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Chapter Thirty-Eight

Atlas POV

My heart was pounding rapidly as I kept hitting the door, ignoring the pain each time my body slammed into its solid wooden frame.

“Get your hands off me!” Aria screamed, and then I heard a loud "bang!", almost like Ross was hitting her against something.

“Sir, let me help!” Derrie said as he stood by me.

Even though I was hesitant, he looked built than me, and my arm felt bruised from all the hits, so I stepped back and watched as he crashed against the door.

After gazing at him for a while, I looked down the hall, wondering when Jacob and the other would bring the ax, and with every noise that echoed from the room, I felt my patience fading fast.

Fear immediately grabbed onto my heart and squeezed it tightly when Aria's room suddenly became quiet.

As I listened to the silence growing louder, I forgot how to breathe as my mind tortured me with the worst scenario possible.

“Move!” I

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