You're Mine

“What’s taking you guys so long to get a car? Huh? It’s a woman’s?”Thanks to the heavy cover of the night, Sean Jackson only managed to get a closer look by moving closer. He frowned.“We’ve got no choice. We ran into her. What do we do with the chick, Sean?” Tiger Holt asked. Sean Jackson lowered his head and wrapped his bleeding hand with a bandage, then quietly glanced at the trembling woman who was cowering next to the car tire. After a moment of silence, he replied, “Make it clean. Don’t leave any room for future trouble.”His purposefully lowered voice was melodious as he had a distinct and slightly deep tone. However, it held a faintly discernible chill.“Then, watch carefully!” Tiger replied, picking up a metal rod that was more than a foot long before he approached the woman.The metal rod was a rebar that was about as thick as a thumb. Vivian Carraway had picked it up from a construction site and put it in a toolbox in front of her co-driver’s seat. She had intended t

Noelle was a student in Vivian’s class. This girl was constantly sick and would always go on sick leave every two to three days. The longest was that one time just before summer vacation. She could not even take the end of term exams. Vivian was not surprised that she was dropping out, but she was cautious. “I need to call Noelle for confirmation.”She pulled the class address book out from her drawer and flipped through it. However, Edwin beat her to it and found a number on his phone. Then, standing a table away, he handed the phone over to her. “Miss Vivian, I have her number right here. Use this.”After a moment of hesitation, Vivian extended her arm to accept the phone. Her eyes lingered on his hand—clean, slender fingers like the fingers of an educated man. Her misgivings diminished a little as she took the phone from his hand and dialed the number on the screen.She listened to the caller ringtone from the other end and did not have to wait too long before Noelle answered the

The student who got into trouble came from a humble background. He performed well in his studies and was a well-behaved person. He even took on several part-time jobs to help reduce his parents’ burden. Sadly, he never expected to be apprehended under charges of theft.Vivian could hardly believe her ears when she got the phone call. She rushed to the company’s security department where the boy sat in the corner with his head hung low. When he saw her enter, his eyes immediately reddened. “Miss Carraway, I didn’t steal the phone. I don’t know how it got into my backpack.”She nodded and tried to console him, “Calm down. I’ll talk to these people.”The series of events was simple enough. The boy was working part-time at a nearby restaurant, delivering take-outs. Apparently, he was here on a delivery run and had stolen the customer’s new phone when the customer was not looking. He was caught red-handed. Vivian immediately caught the flaw in this version. “The other person just lost his p

“Don’t go to the police,” he had said with such confidence. Was that a threat? Was it because he had someone backing him up?He was not afraid of her reporting this to the police…Was it simply because he had that video? However, she was not afraid of this form of blackmail. She was a victim. The person who should be feeling humiliated was the people who had done this to her, not her! She refused to give in to this form of blackmail and let herself rot in this filth. She absolutely refused to!However, was it possible that he was not aware of her personality after plotting his revenge for such a long time?“Miss Carraway? Miss Carraway, are you alright?” the young police officer asked in concern.Nevertheless, Vivian jumped to her feet and walked out.The weather outside was bright and beautiful. The sun shone particularly brightly above her for a late autumn day like this. She enjoyed this last bit of warmth. The sunny part of the ground and the shade were only separated by a thin

Vivian barrelled home straight away. The first thing she did when she arrived at her house was to go into the bathroom, fill the bathtub with hot water, and immerse herself in it. She had already bathed herself in the villa, yet she was not satisfied. She scrubbed herself forcefully with a towel until her skin became red and raw, but she felt like it was still not enough.She brushed her teeth countless times like mad, meticulously scouring through every spot her toothbrush could reach in her oral cavity. As a result, she injured her gums and she could taste the coppery blood when she was rinsing her mouth. Just a little more...Just a little more and she could kill him. She would kill him, and his men would kill her in return. Then, with both of them dead, all her woes would end. Alternatively, if she was lucky enough to survive, she would be given a chance to expose Edward Levin to the police. The police might open a case about him and start investigating him. If they managed to