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CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE; IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.
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I have a splitting headache. I strain to keep my eyes open, but the slap I get forces me to. I see three guys I have never met in front of me. We are in a kind of warehouse and it is cold. "Who are you and where am I?" I try to move and that is when I notice that my hands are bound from behind. "We ask the questions here missy," one of the guys says, taking a step closer. All I remember is being terrified all night but I have no recolletion of how I ended up here."What is it you want from me?" I try to ignore the ringing in my ears. "We're waiting to hear if our boss dies then we kill you, if he doesn't then we torture you and let you go," it takes a minute but it finally comes back to me. I shot him. I really shot him. I don't know whether I am glad or sad. "How is he doing?" I ask looking down. "What do you care?" another one asks. That's right, why do I care?They move away and whisper about something amongst themselves occasionally throwing glances my way. I fear what they
MATCH MADE IN HELL. CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE; IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.
I get startled in the middle of the night. I reach out for him but the bed is empty. "Avan," I call out for him but nothing. I try to go back to sleep but I am unable to. I switch on the lights and get out of bed. I am very familiar with his house at this point. I hesitate in front of his room. I debate whether to just go in but decide to knock first. There's no answer so I enter. It's different than the last time. It is bare and feels cold. He is not inside but I still go in. His scent is strong and makes me feel strangely comforted. There are two doors inside that aren't the washroom. I open the first one. It opens to his study, which is also dark. I walk around. It is filled with books from the floor to the ceiling. I wonder how many of these books he has actually read. Other than a computer and some pens, there is nothing on his large mahogany large desk. I sit on the office chair. It doesn't look as comfortable as it feels. Out of curiosity, I try to open all the drawers but
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Avan's p.o.vOne year ago,"Sir, we're being followed," my driver says. I look back and see three identical suvs on our tail. "Can you lose them?" he looks at the rear view mirror. He has a look of uncertainity."What do you suggest we do?" Just my luck, the one day I don't use a follow up car. "You should get off," he says looking back at them. He swerves, overtaking the cars in front of us. "When I make the next turn, I will slow down but just for a second, You jump out," he says. I have been in worse situations than this. But today I really wasn't in the mood for this. I was just from having lunch with my father. After all the training I have undergone he still won't let me take over his businesses unless I see a psychiatrist. Now this. "Sir?" my driver asks, as we approach the next turn. "Sure," I reply. I jump out immediately he makes the turn as planned. Luckily there are few business stalls at that corner and I am able to blend in with people. I watch as the cars followin
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