CHAP 5: Fidelia is in danger.

As soon as Fidelia left the hospital, Brenna and Venn followed her to where she worked. Venn tightened his grip on the steering wheel, feeling extremely uneasy in his heart. He did not think that Fidelia would be released from prison so soon. He was afraid that one day Fidelia would come looking for him. Because he knows Fidelia very well, she will take revenge.

“Brenna, what are you going to do with her?” Venn asked, eyes fixed on Fidelia.

Brenna glanced at Venn, and she smirked scornfully as she noticed the worry and panic on his face.

“You were afraid of her?”

Venn’s throat moved; he didn’t answer; his face darkened. Brenna sneered; he’s a skinny turtle. As soon as Fidelia appeared, he was shocked. She watched Venn silently, suddenly remembering the man with a bright, handsome face when he stood up for Fidelia. By comparison, Venn is not half as good as him. Although she did not specify his relationship with Fidelia, she was sure that the two of them knew each other. Judging from the man’s attitude towards Fidelia, she guessed that he had feelings for Fidelia.

“If this speculation is true, I definitely cannot ignore this man.” Brenna thought to herself.

“First, give Fidelia a little warning.” Brenna raised an eyebrow, speaking in a dangerous voice. “We’re going to the Aryan AB neighborhood.”

“What? You are crazy.” Venn yelled, glaring at Brenna: “You know how horrible that place is, don’t you?”

Brenna took a pack of cigarettes from her bag, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and blew the smoke into Venn’s face, saying calmly, “Rest assured. There I got to know a few people. We only come to trade. And if you want to go to jail, as Fidelia said, that’s fine!”

Brenna’s words seemed to hit Venn’s psyche right now. He looked down at his trembling hand. If he let Fidelia know the terrible things he did to her, she might do everything to put him in jail, even kill him. Venn thought if he went to prison now, would he lose all his valuable things? Venn clenched his jaw, eyes narrowing sinisterly; he mumbled, “This is absolutely impossible.”

“How did you decide?” Brenna probed, smiling slyly.

Venn turned to look at Brenna and said meaningfully: “We have to make it radical this time. There must be no errors.”

Brenna put on her brand-name black glasses; she reminded Venn: “If you don’t want Fidelia to find out you followed her here, leave now. The man who works with her has been watching us for a long time.”

As soon as the car had left, Fidelia approached James; she said while looking outside: “Master, what’s out there? Are you okay?”

James shook his head, pondered for a long time, and then said: “Fidelia, have you had any trouble these past few days?”

Fidelia frowned; she didn’t understand what James meant by that but still honestly answered: “I’m fine. What’s up?”

“Nothing. But if something happens, you have to tell me and everyone. Don’t suffer alone. Know it yet?” James carefully reminded Fidelia.

She smiled and nodded, “I will. Thank!”

A week has passed, and Declan has not seen Fidelia again. He deliberately did not transfer the hospital fees to the account that she left. His purpose was so that Fidelia would come here and give him a chance to meet her. He even called her on the cell phone number she left in his medical record but could not be reached. Suddenly he had a bad feeling. Did Fidelia have something wrong?

After that, he sent Leonard – his assistant, to find Fidelia according to her home address listed in his medical records. However, Leonard reported that it was the address of a middle-aged man and that no one named Fidelia was there. Apart from her name and phone number, Declan knew nothing about Fidelia. He still couldn’t figure out why Fidelia had to do this.

Declan felt he could no longer sit still. He asked to be discharged early and went to find Fidelia himself. Although the doctor in charge of Declan disagreed, he was determined to leave the hospital at midnight.

Leonard drove at Declan’s request. The two find the address Fidelia left in the hospital again. He was convinced that Fidelia was related to the owner of this house. When the two arrived, they rang the bell, but no one opened the door. Declan peeked through the window; the lights on in the house were not on.

“I think the landlord hasn’t come home from work yet,” Leonard said.

Suddenly, a bright light shines on the two. A loud voice said: “Who are you two? What’s wrong with finding James?”

Declan guessed that the man just mentioned was the neighbor of the landlord. He raised his hand to block the flashlight shining directly in his face, approached the man, and politely greeted: “Hello, I want to find this landlord for some business. Do you know when he’ll be back?”

The man with a bushy mustache, walking a small dog in his hand, looks old too, but he still looks pretty good. He was silent, squinting at Declan from top to bottom as if he were assessing.

Then, he nodded, his facial muscles relaxing, no longer wary of Declan and Leonard. He said:

“Normally, James is back home. But lately, his workplace has been having problems. I heard a bunch of young men used to go there to pick fights with James’s staff. I heard there was a girl named Fidelia, an employee of James who almost died because of them.”

Declan felt his body tremble as he learned that Fidelia was in danger. His heart beat faster and faster, making it hard for him to breathe. He couldn’t wait any longer; he hurriedly said: “Please tell me the address where Mr. James is working. Please!”

Reflexively, the man quickly replied, “At the end of 72X, Sland town.”

“Thank you very much!” Declan said, then got in the car with Leonard and left.

The car sped away in the middle of the night at top speed. Within fifteen minutes, Declan was in front of a small supermarket. He hurriedly got out of the car and heard banging and shouting coming from inside the store.

“Leonard, prepare your guns!” Declan ordered.

“Yes, sir,” Leonard replied coldly.

Declan quickly stepped inside; suddenly, a bottle of wine flew toward him. Fortunately, Declan’s reflexes were so good that he dodged. The wine bottle hit the wall and shattered; the wine and shards of glass splattered.

“The supermarket is closed. Go away if you don’t want trouble.” A loud, menacing scream rang out. Then, a few tall, fierce-faced men lined up to block Declan’s path. They all carried pistols in their hands. At a glance, this is a homemade type, so its damage is not significant at long range, but it can still be deadly at close range.

He glanced around to find Fidelia; he hoped she wasn’t there. Suddenly, he discovered someone was lying unconscious on the floor, and his eyes flashed with fear. He prayed that that person wasn’t Fidelia.

The ringleader appeared to know that Declan had discovered their unusual behavior, publicly revealing himself. He came out with a bald head and fierce eyes, typical of thugs.

“You better disappear!” He growls menacingly.

Declan looked at him, and his face was devoid of fear. He said in a deep and sharp voice:

“I came here to find my people. If I find it, I’ll go. Okay?”

“Declan, is that you?”

Declan was taken aback when he recognized Fidelia’s voice, her voice trembling a little as if she was scared. The leader looked at him suspiciously. He signaled his men to surround Declan. However, he was not afraid at all. He spoke to comfort Fidelia:

“Right. It’s me. Aren’t you hurt anywhere?”

“Yes. I…I…fine.”

Declan sensed something was wrong as Fidelia interrupted, breathing a little weakly. Suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot; his face was gloomy as if he had just come up from hell, and his voice carried a deadly tone that made the thugs look at each other warily.

“What did you do to her?”

“So you know her.” The leader burst out laughing. Then he said provocatively: “Do you want to see our gang up with your woman? She’s just been given medication by me, probably about to succumb to it.”

Like adding fuel to the fire, the leader’s words ignited the smoldering fire in Declan’s heart; his eyes were sharp as if he wanted to crush the leader’s body into pieces. Declan growled, indignation heard in every word he spoke.

“Don’t try my patience! You’ve touched my people, and none of you will be alive to get out of here!”

As soon as Declan finished speaking, he kicked with long, muscular legs into the middle of the face of a junior, sending him flying several meters away. At the same time, he shouted loudly:

“Leonard, do it!”

This action of Declan caused the leader and his subordinates to fall into a passive position and begin to riot. Suddenly, a barrage of bullets from outside hit them. Many of them died on the spot.

Taking this opportunity, Declan rushed to the leader, clamping his neck so he could not fight back. However, he wasn’t an easy person to deal with; he and Declan were equal.

Declan got the upper hand, punching him repeatedly in the face to vent his anger on Fidelia’s behalf for what he did to her. Suddenly, one of his juniors attacked Declan from behind. He grabbed Declan’s neck so his leader could fight back.

The leader was severely wounded; blood on his face did not stop flowing; he staggered to his feet, took the gun in front of him, and pointed it directly at Declan’s head. A gunshot rang out, the bullet piercing the leader’s head, and his body fell to the ground in front of Declan and his companions. He never closed his eyes until he died; there was still terror in his eyes.

The person who shot him was a middle-aged man, his eyes filled with anger. At this point, the junior saw his leader dead, immediately pushed Declan forward, and tried to run away. However, he still could not escape the gun barrel of the other man.

He then continued to point his gun at Declan, his face as cold as ice. Declan saw this and quickly explained: “Don’t fire. I came to look for Fidelia. I had no intention of hurting her. God, I swear! Fidelia is in jeopardy. We must first get her to the hospital.”

At this moment, the man with that unfriendly face lowered his gun and left in silence. Finally, the gunfire stopped. Perhaps the others were taken down by Leonard. It looks like it’s no longer dangerous.

At this point, Declan rushed to find Fidelia. Soon, he saw Fidelia lying under the checkout table. They hid her here; her clothes were a bit shabby. Declan shivered, scared. Declan wondered if he was a little late; he didn’t know what bad things would happen to Fidelia.

He took off his jacket and put it on for her. He felt her body scorching, hot as fire. Her forehead was drenched in sweat. Declan knew Fidelia’s body was reacting to the drug, so he grabbed her in his arms and rushed her to the hospital.

“My body feels bad! It is scorching. Declan, is that you? Help me!”

Fidelia said as she rubbed her face against his neck. She seemed to be looking for somewhere cool to find some comfort. This action of hers made Declan even more uncomfortable. He gritted his teeth to suppress the burning desire in his body. He kissed her gently on the forehead; he whispered:

“Do not be afraid! I’m already here! I won’t let anyone hurt you again. From now on, I will protect you.”

Fidelia’s mind was hazy, blank. The drug’s effect made her body feel like it was on fire, but when she heard the deep, gentle voice in her ear, Fidelia felt at ease. Declan’s tenderness was like a flame that lit up her life. Her life seemed brighter since meeting him.