Chapter 99

Lillian

"I haven't told you my story, at least not all of it yet," Zayden spoke as we snuggled in bed.

I ended up giving him a blow job after I got out of the bathroom. I only did that because, well he kind of seduced me. I didn't even realise I was already sucking his dick until I started choking.

Sigh. That's what you get for marrying a perv and then that perv influenced you and corrupted your sweet little soul.

" Are there still more stories to tell?" I pulled the covers so that we were both covered to our necks.

" Not really but I might have left out a tiny detail."

" What is it?"

He turned to face me, his grey eyes boring into mine." My birth name is Reign, not Zayden."

My pupils dilated. I remembered Aiden mentioned something of this sort." What? But Zayden is what everyone knows you as."

He traced his fingers along my cheekbone." Yeah. My father changed the name on my birth certificate. It was around that time he locked me up. According to him, it would make it easier for the public to forget the boy who killed his mom."

I creased my brows, confusion evident on my face." Then didn't it raise suspicions when you suddenly appeared as Zayden after so many years?"

" It did, but my father had backup plans. I honestly still don't get why he went that far. He could have just let me go to juvie and pay for my crimes."

I sat upright, so many thoughts running through my mind." But he didn't!" I gasped.

Zayden propped himself up in his elbow." Instead, he made me his heir only to disown me and attempt to throw me in prison."

"And he made you disappear for so long that the public forgot you existed. And then when he finally let you out, you didn't come out as Reign but Zayden."

I rubbed my chin. Something didn't add up.

There was silence in the room as we were both deep in thought.

And then it suddenly hit me."Maybe because he was trying to cover up for something other than your mother's death." I turned to face Zayden, who was just staring at me with sleepy eyes.

He sighed heavily." What else could it be? I honestly don't have the strength to think about something I can barely remember."

" I think you should speak to him one-on-one," I told him.

He dropped into the bed, making himself comfortable." Yeah, I will, after we deal with Tyrell first."

I joined him under the cushion, my mind still racing over a million thoughts. I love Zayden so much, but he wasn't treated right, and I want him to get the justice he deserves, whether he killed his mom or not. What his father did to him was literally child abuse, but of course,, It was swept under the rug because his dad had the power and influence.

I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

*****

Preparations were being made. Every single day was filled with my defence training with Zayden and not my bodyguard because Zayden was too jealous to let another man touch me.

Him teaching me how to defend myself was exhausting. He was super strict and wouldn't let me get a rest till I got the move right. All this because of Tyrell.

Speaking of which, he finally dropped a location on the outskirts of Denver,his old house where I used to live with him.

He strictly asked that we come alone or it would be bloody. Despite my resistance, Zayden put off the cops. It wasn't an easy battle because he was going against state security, but eventually, his plan sounded more reasonable.

If the cops were to trail behind me, Tyrell would know. He wasn't that dumb.

So, in the end, just me and my husband were going, but we weren't going empty-handed.

The FBI gave us registered guns, and this time, whatever happened to Tyrell, Zayden would not be held accountable for it because he had approval and he was helping bring a serial killer to justice.

We took a plane with regular passengers because it was safer but awkward. With people staring at me like a whore and Zayden like an outcast.

I get it, we were probably hated by the entire public, but I couldn't give a fuck because I ran out of fucks a long time ago.

We got to Denver around midnight and had to book a hotel near the airport. I should be sleeping but I wasn't because Zayden just broke the news to me that Thomas was dead and he was killed by Tyrell.

He was never a good father to me but I never wished for him to die, maybe I wished once or twice but it wasn't in the literal sense and it was mostly out of spite.

And now he's gone because of me.

I just sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the address Tyrell sent. I can't believe I'm going back there, to that same house that had traumatized me and left a scar on my soul.

The plan was very simple...get to the house, find Tyrell and Zayden would shoot him in the head.

Simple right?

Wrong!

Wrong because we had no idea if he had set up traps for us plus I didn't tell him Zayden was coming with me.

We don't know if he had backup criminals with him. We don't know what weapon he had or if the moment we stepped foot into the house it would blow up.

In fact, we knew nothing, and Zayden was right. This was completely stupid and a huge risk we were taking.

We should have just waited for him to come to us again because he eventually will. He was insanely obsessed with me.

The only reason I agreed with the cops to act as bait was because I wanted some leverage for Zayden.

Once this was over, he would face the court and I'm not letting him go to prison. So I had to make friends with the cops and get a little help from them. Plus he should get a reward for helping the cops. Even a reduced sentence was something.

So, in the end, we went ahead.

The next day, around noon, we rented a cab and drove to the address.

My entire body was hot as we drove. The streets were awaking memories I had buried long ago. I haven't been here for a very long time, the streets and alleys were barely recognizable.

There was only one place I could never forget, the alley where I first met Tyrell. Where my nightmares started.

I felt Zayden squeeze my hand as we drove past the alley. It felt odd that I was calling him Zayden when his real name was Reign.

" We'll be fine."

I nodded, squeezing right back." I know, I have you." I smiled at him.

My stomach roiled; I did not like that I was feeling tensed. Like we were heading to our doom.

We arrived at the old house when it was almost dark. It was as creepy as hell Like I was heading straight into hell.

At one point I almost backed out.

The front door was left open and we stepped in.

It was empty, the living room just like I remembered it. Nothing changed at all.

It was quiet here. So eerily quiet that it felt odd. Zayden placed my hands in his and walked deeper into the house.

I looked around cautiously and caught a glimpse of a green dot moving about.

" Zay, what's that?" I pointed at the green dot.

It moved and came to a stop on my chest.

Zayden clutched my hands tightly, a curse emanating from his throat.

I panicked, this doesn't look good. I had seen this in movies, I hope it wasn't what I thought it was.

A deep, menacing chuckle vibrated through the silent living room.

" Disarm yourself or I'll put a bullet through her heart."

At that moment, I knew we had stupidly walked into a trap.

We just stepped into hell.