Drowned under his Touch のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

“Why did you go off on him like that? You squeeze me to calm down just so you can do it? That’s savage,” Benson whined as he threw his hands around Alita’s waist and pulled her closer to him. “By the way, what is all this wealthy woman act you are putting on?”“Don’t mind me. I’ve always imagined myself a wealthy, independent princess that talks down to proud men that sees women as instruments for pleasure rather than humans with feelings,” she blurted as she slowly bobbed her head in sync with how she swayed from side to side. “It is about time he got his ego shoved down his throat, don’t you think?”“I should be worried then,” he jerked his head back as his brows rose.“No, it’s you who has me feeling like a princess with this dress you bought for me. I suddenly feel powerful enough to say whatever I want to whoever I want even though I will probably get myself in serious trouble if I don’t get out of it soon enough,” she bit her lower lip, with a dreamy gaze on her face as she obse

As soon as they reached the hospital, David ran straight to Leo’s ward. He was the only one who could tell what from what in the box.“Which one is it,” David yelled pulling out his gun with one hand and handing the box to Leo with the other one. He was distraught from the events of the day. He had two of his fellow cops, Billy his partner, and his mentor shot and dying from the same poison. It was too much on his fragile heart and he had had it for the day. Any wrong move from Leo and he would pull the trigger. At that moment David was looking for who to blame all the mishaps on and Leo was the scapegoat at that instant. “Are you deaf or dumb?” David sparked with anger flaring in his eyes as he cocked the pistol in his hand and aimed it at Leo’s head.“It’s the green one,” Leo babbled, raising his hands in the air. He knew David was on the edge and the slightest misbehavior would lead him to his demise. He had wanted to negotiate his share of the antidote or steal one by opening the

The hums and the horns of vehicles cars, the party boys and girls dreaming and dancing to jams that played loudly from the clubs, none of these noises could pull John out of his thoughts. He was worried about Martha. There had been a lot of times she would have been shot dead or seriously injured if he wasn’t there covering for her—and those times there were usually other cops that were supposed to be backups too but, in those moments, they were caught up in trying to save themselves. Maybe he didn’t care that much about himself.He usually watched studied the expensive cars that passed and sometimes mentally counted how many of a particular brand of cars passed him on the road, and when he drove past parties, he would slow down, listen and vibe to the songs they played. He was a party king back in the days when he was younger before the responsibilities of taking care of his siblings struck him after both their parents died in a plane crash on their way home after one of their numero

Benson woke up from his long sleep after being sedated by doctor Chris. He observed himself and found out that the bullet from the sniper had only brushed against his skin and caused him a minor injury and his concoction had been because he had hit his head on the frame of the doors and now had a bandage around his head.After fully booting to a normal state of mind, his thoughts ran back to his last moments awake and he yanked himself off the bed and went dashed out of the room and headed down the hallway, where his body and uncontrolled speed took him. Despite the pain he felt, he still ran with every breath he had inside of him.“Alita,” he screamed and his voice echoed through the hallway. Soon after, he began gathering himself a crowd of both doctors, nurses and other patients. He screamed again both it wasn’t words that humans could understand. It was an outburst of pain, confusion, and fear of the unknown.He couldn’t even think about living without Alita. She couldn’t be dead

Alita wished Benson would stop talking, even though she so loved his beautiful words. She just didn’t like the weight of attention that he had attracted to her. Everyone’s inquisitive eyes set on her and all she could do was close her eyes and wish she could disappear.She had imagined a more official and appropriate scene in her head for when she would meet Benson’s mother. But again, life happened and ruin the beautiful picture in her head. Maybe after he had proposed and then told everyone, then they would schedule a meeting that she would dress and properly prepare.Her closed eyes served as her palm over her face. She imagined how ugly she would be looking at that moment and feels more insecure: dry and swollen face, droopy eyes, bloody johnny gown, and oozing odor of injections and medicines. She remained silent, shutting her eyes as she felt Benson’s eyes crawl on her skin. “Stop staring,” she mouthed and Benson chuckled.“Thank you, Alita, for what you did,” Beatrix's voice d