Mag-log inScott's POVI thought it was over for us both.But then, Myron seems to be at an advantage during situations like this. While I stood rooted to the spot, he'd already lowered himself, rolled on his back towards the foot of the bed and had his gun pointed at one of the ladies while the men picked up their guns a second later.“You should already know that I'm a very good marksman. No matter how fast you turn to pull that trigger, at least two bullets should have gone through her head.”“Who are you and what do you want?” One of the men asked.“Turn your guns in.” He ordered them.They hesitated.Myron cocked the revolver as the lady's sobs began to sound louder.The men immediately turned in their guns. I could see the displeased looks on their faces. They'd probably be wondering how we broke in considering the tight security.But their faces also told of the danger we'll face once they expose us.I signaled to Myron.He stepped away from them after grabbing the key on the drawer. I to
Scott's POV“Sorry, you can't get through.” One of the men said, his hand clutching the gun at his side.I balled my fist.“Guests are not allowed.” He repeated.“Look, we really need our time alone.” Myron said softly, putting his arm around me and hugging me to his side.I pinched him, wondering what he was doing but he did not stop, instead he tightened his grip on me.“My boyfriend and I need a room.” He grinned and added, “You can quietly secure a spot for us right?”The guards exchanged looks. Seeing that they were hesitating, I played the act and placed my arms around Myron, pretending to be loving.“Fine,” one of them said, “Come with me.”We climbed up the stairs, ignoring the sarcastic look and grins coming our way.I couldn't hide my excitement—not for this plan Myron pulled up—but because we could get through the guards.I imagined a thousand and one things Christopher could do to Annabel who was helpless and without a weapon.If the guards had not let us through, we'd ha
Annabel's POV I struggled to etch myself deep into the booth when my feet got tangled in a rope.I groaned and positioned myself to kick it away when a brutal idea came to mind.I acted upon it, just in time before the booth was opened. Bewildered, upon seeing a woman gagged and roughly tied with a rope around here wrist, the men held out their guns.“What the fuck?” I heard Myron snort, “Are you going to shoot my booth?”“Who is she?!” Their leader asked alarmingly, “Answer me now, or I'll alert the rest of the guards.”Seeing that he was serious, both Scott and Myron peeked into the booth. They were more than bewildered and were shocked for up to five seconds.“I said, who is she?!” The guard barked behind them, cocking his gun.Scott's gaze told me of how disappointed he was in me as it was obvious I'd ruined their plan.However, Myron chuckled unexpectedly and turned to the guard.“This woman is the lady I brought for Christopher for tonight's party.”The guard did not look conv
Annabel's POV I held him and pulled him into my arms.He hugged me tightly, as if to say it was hard to let go but we had no choice. We stayed that way for some minutes until the front door dashed open alarmingly. Our gazes turned abruptly to the door, shocked to see Myron breathing heavily.We immediately went towards him, demanding answers but he was struggling to catch his breath.“What's wrong, Myron?” I demanded for the third time.“The-The kids.” He paused to catch his breath.“The kids? Where are they?” My voice cracked as my eyes widened.I could see the fear in his eyes.“I went there..to..to bring them back to you but..but..” he paused and continued, “They weren't there anymore.”“What?!” I screamed, anger burning in me, “What do you mean they weren't there?!”Scott held me, stopping me from doing the unexpected.“What have you done to my children, Myron?!” I sobbed, “You don't have to do this! I'll come with you if that's what you want.”He shook his head.“No, Annabel.”
Annabel's POV He stepped back, pressed the gun against Michelle's temple and said, “Annabel, any last words?”I stuttered, “No-no..please..”“Shit.” Scott cursed under his breath.George chuckled, “I guess your long lost sister has nothing to say to you.” He said to Michelle, “Perhaps you have something to say to her?”Michelle met my gaze.“Annabel,” she began, “It's okay.”I shook my head.“I intentionally hurt you and the baby years back, I also aided in the death of our mother. Even though I had no idea who she truly was, the guilt continues to taunt me every second. Perhaps this is my reckoning.”“Mich, no. That is the past and we have put it behind us.” I told her.“This is just fate, maybe. I'd choose death any day than watch Davis scale his seat as Governor. Don't you see that either way, we are at the losing end.”She added, “Even if we give him what he wants, he'll come back for us and he'll have even more power to harm us. If we don't give in to his demands, he'll have les
Annabel's POV “No!” I screamed, moving towards them but Davis’ fingers clutched the trigger tightly.He grinned as he said, “One more step and I promise you, I'll blow her brains out.”I shook my head, “No, please.”“Ah, you're begging now?” Davis cackled triumphantly, “What happened to the tough Annabel who was bent on bringing me down?”“....” Words failed me. My children and sister are in danger and in the hands of terrible people.“Dad.” Scott calmly stepped forward.“I said, not another step closer!” Davis barked, eyes red and wide open. “I have nothing to lose you know, Michelle here ruined my life in seconds. She pulled down everything I have worked hard for. “I thought of the best way to get back at her and Christopher provided an easy means. I knew she'll go to him today so I waited for her and she confirmed my thoughts.”Michelle sobbed.“I captured her, had her tortured..” Davis paused, intensifying his gaze on Myron whose earlier calm composure had turned into a furious







