Chapter 135

Schuyler's P. O. V.

Gunshots filled the air and Stormi woke up screaming because of that. Mr. Andrews kept on cursing, but he didn't open the door of his van. The driver and guards went out and we're trying to fix the tires as soon as they can, but I saw them dropping dead before they could even move an inch towards the tires. My heart was beating fast and nervous, but I still tried to calm myself.

“Mr. Andrews, they're ambushing us!” I heard someone say something over the speaker.

“They're too many, sir!”

“They must be expecting us!”

“Fuck, damn it!” Mr. Andrews shouted in anger. “So, this is why they didn't come right away, huh?! That fucker had been planning this!”

Stormi screamed more when gunshots were directed at the van’s door, forcing it open, so Mr. Andrews looked in our direction before he smirked evilly.

“You…” She pulled Stormi from me.

“No! Let her go!” I kept on screaming to have my daughter back, until he opened the door and exited the van. “Give her back to me! Stormi!