Chapter 101

Zayden

I pulled the trigger as fast as I could, aiming at his hand holding the remote control.

It flew out of his hand, a hole appearing on his palm. He grunted loudly, clutching the hand I just shot.

If I had delayed for a second I'd probably be ashes by now. I trudged over to where the remote control was and picked it up, tucking it safely in my pocket.

There's no way I'm letting him have it again.

I stared at him on the floor, blood dripping down his hand and neck. I could end it right now and not be accountable for it.

The cops had given me the go-ahead; I was doing this city a good if I shut him in the head right now, but what I didn't get was why the fuck I was holding back.

I cursed silently, something was wrong. I could feel it, something was wrong with me.

I placed my finger on the trigger and urged every fibre of muscle in my body to pull it, but I couldn't.

He noticed my resistance." What's the matter? Don't want to get more blood on your hands."

" Shut the fuck up!" I yelled again, my breath hitching my throat.

I remained standing there, the gun aimed at his head. If I don't end him right now, then I've lost. All our efforts to come here will go to waste.

Lillian was already safe outside; if only I could use telepathy, then I'd tell her to call the cops.

Or I could just stall and wait for Oliver.

Of course, I had backup plans, I didn't actually plan on coming alone, and I also did not tell Lillian that I had Oliver secretly tailing us from a very good distance to avoid Suspicious attention.

I don't know how long I could stall, my fingers around the trigger were slightly trembling.

What the fuck is wrong with me.

Tyrell sat on the floor comfortably, putting pressure on the wound in his hand.

" You've grown weak." He spoke softly, his voice laced with amusement.

" I'm the one with a gun right now." I retorted; I hate that I almost agreed with what he said.

" Yet you can't even pull a trigger. I've observed you, you don't aim at sensitive parts. You could have shot me in the head just now but you went for my hand."

I snorted." Because you could still push the button even if a bullet passes through your head."

He sighed heavily."It's because you couldn't."

I gnarled." Don't underestimate me ,Tyrell ."

He chuckled again." The you from months ago wouldn't hesitate to kill me but you standing right here can't even pull the trigger."

Sweat trickled down my jaw. I hate that he was right.

" You butchered my boys I sent to take Lillian from you. You did it without even batting an eye. But look at you now...a woman has made you weak."

My jaw ticked, he was getting on my nerves. I know Lillian had changed me; I changed for her. A part of me realized that it got to the point where my view of violence had changed.

Before, I deemed it as normal when necessary, and that was how I ended those men he sent so easily without feeling a thing. That was my first kill and I regretted it after I saw how she looked at me that day.

Like I was a monster.

She was terrified of me for a few days and would flinch a few times anytime we made body contact till, eventually,she got over it.

I vowed to myself that I'll never let it happen again no matter what circumstances I was in. I'd never stain my hands with blood ever again.

Maybe that was why I hesitated. I had a few openings to use the knife at the back of my pants. I had the chance to stab him with it but I didn't because I knew he wouldn't make it.

I had the approval of the authorities yet I still hesitated.

" Sometimes what you call weakness becomes strengths. I chose not to do it because I no longer want to spill blood, it's wrong. I'm keeping my hands clean and that's the difference between you and me. You're a murderer but I'm not. You'll get appropriate punishment in due time, death will be an easy way out for you."

I pulled the trigger, shooting at both his legs to paralyze him.

His scream of agony echoed through the wall, and I looked around the room, trying to find something suitable to tie him up.

I looked around to find a rope and tied his hands together. He wouldn't be able to move for a while.

I put pressure on his wounds to stop the bleeding and prevent him from passing out.

" I guess the prize is mine." I crooked a brow.

He grinned, his white teeth stained with blood." Better pray I die soon, or I'll come after you again. This time, I'm taking you both to hell." He grinded out.

I patted his shoulders and stepped out of the building just in time as I heard the police siren wailing in the distance.

Lillian came rushing back, and as soon as she saw me, she sent her body crashing down into mine.

I wrapped one hand around her waist and used the other to lift her up till she was circling my waist." It's over now." I placed a kiss on her lips.

She sobbed." I called the cops and Oliver. I'm so glad, thank you."

I put her down the next second even though I saw much wanted to hold her right now.

My muscles were on fire. I was so damn exhausted and had some bad bruises.

The authorities came rushing in a minute later, Oliver following behind.

Tyrell was put in chains, not cuffs and carried into the police van. A police officer walked up to me soon after.

" Thank you for your help, Mr Kent." He extended his hands for a handshake.

" I did it for my wife, not you."

He offered a strained smile and then brought out another handcuffs. I looked from him to the cuffs with a raised brow.

" I'm sorry, my Kent. I want you to know that the state appreciates your help, but you have a load of crimes and allegations on your back that are yet to be resolved. You're not a freeman, Mr Kent."

This rotten bastard!

He extended the handcuffs to me, expecting me to stretch out my hands.

Gods! I really want to punch his face right now.