All Chapters of Drowned under his Touch: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Benson held Alita’s trembling hands in his and peered into her eyes. “Are you okay?” his heart almost following the words out too, “you know him?” he squeezed her hands tighter, “What is wrong with you?”Alita shut her eyes closed and inhaled as she regained her consciousness. “I am okay,” she said, but the words were muffled, so she cleared her throat, “I am okay. Stop looking at me like that,” she faked a smile and then turned her head to Josh, then back at Benson, ignoring the extra curious eyes staring at her.She wished she didn’t just blurt out his name when she saw him. It would have saved her from the question she was now finding the best way to answer so she would not reveal he was her very close associate when she was something of the chief dealer in Richie’s drug mafia a few years ago. She had no control of the rage that surged through her when her eyes set on him and somehow, through his disfigured face, recognized him after hearing him call her Al.Nobody had called her t

“No,” John cocked his head at Martha as she turned to Josh. “That’s enough, Martha,” his brows drew close as he moved in front of her, “we need him to be able to talk, which means he has to be able to breathe too. He has taken enough for one day. Let me talk to him,” John raised his hand and held his palm at her.Martha shrugged and shot a glare at Josh. “He’s the motherfucker that kidnapped Becky Mills, the girl that we never found,” she raised her brows at John as his face twisted. She nodded, “yeah, he is the ghost we were trying to track but never found, and guess what,” she rubbed her palm together and looked over John’s shoulder at Josh, winced sharply, and brought her face back to John’s. “There are other girls that he had kidnapped too. All the missing kids around here,” she placed her hands on John’s shoulder and continued, “He is responsible, so forgive me for getting carried away.”“You got a lot on you, man,” John said as he swirled round to face Josh, folding his hands ov

Alita was heartbroken when she got the news that Josh was poisoned in his cell. No, it wasn’t because se cared about what happened to him, instead she was sad that he didn’t live long enough to help the police get Richie. That would have been her ultimate revenge.She didn’t have to be told that Richie paid a dirty cop to kill Josh for him. It was typical of him to go to any extent to save himself, even if it meant killing one of his own. He was quick to get rid of her and he was that way with everyone.It would leave her devastated if Richie somehow maneuvered his way around all the fingers pointed at him and emerged free from his well-deserved punishment. He was definitely going to come for Benson and her again. He never leaves a stone unturned when he wanted something or someone taken off his path for him.The problem was there were many people as good and even more brutal that Josh working for Richie and they were all one call away. She felt unsafe every minute from when she heard

“Why are you looking at me like I am a ghost?” Sarah raised her brow as she walked past Alita and sunk into the couch, tossing her bag to the side and stretching herself to relieve the stress in her joints.Alita's heart was beating twice as fast, and she just stood there, closing he eyes and trying to breathe. She wasn’t ready for Sarah’s Abrupt appearance. She wanted to settle in first and then rehearse how the conversation would go so she would know what t expect and what to say to the possible outcomes she would have deduced.“You don’t want to look at me too?” Sarah said, leaning off the chair as she rubbed her palm together. “You said you wanted to talk and not stand there like a statue or something,” Sarah grumbled.Alita cleared her through and turned around to face Sarah. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Her body didn’t hide her nervousness. She said, “Hi, Sarah, waving frantically at Sarah like she was across the road and not sitting away from her. How have you be

You know that feeling when you win a lottery or when you see your name on the list of people that passed a test or an exam and you know it is a miracle because you didn't do anything to deserve being in that list. Sarah was feeling like everything was unreal as the day of her wedding drew close. It was all feeling like an dream and Alita had to pinch her out of her thoughts so many times at the boutique the had entered to check for a befitting dress for her."I will bite your mind out if your head if you zone out on me again," Alita's eyes went round. "I would have smacked your head rather than pinch you again if I hadn't known what you were thinking about," she whined."Sorry," Sarah raised her hand to her mouth and giggled. "It feels like a dream, you know… me finding the man that loves me the same way I love him and now I am getting married. It all feels like I am in an alternate universe. I never thought it was possible to get married after all I had been through," Sarah turned ar