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Chapter 25 | Leaving

This book is currently being edited, the rewritten chapters are also on my profile page! The new chapters are longer and more detailed, though as of March 25th, there are only a couple chapters posted.

Hey guys! So Constance's name is pronounced, "Kah - n - st - ah - n - sss". I saw a couple of comments asking so there you go!

Ace

Anger floods my bloodstream.

This man in front of me drugged my poor baby girl.

I set Constance down gently against the wall.

She whimpers quietly, her fingers twitch like she's trying to reach me but she can't control her body.

It makes me even angrier. A man drugged her and now she's helpless.

"I'll be right back, baby. Don't worry," I mumble in her ear, rubbing a tear away from her cheek.

My gaze turns to the man who's quietly begging for his life.

"Please, I was just checking on her! I swear!" He protests, pushing himself into the corner of where the alley ends.

I scoff and walk towards him.

I'm a couple of feet away when I stop and crouch.

"Chichi," I say with an order in my voice.

"Yes, sir," she says and blocks Constance's view of this interaction.

"Who are you?" I growl to him again.

He pales and visibly gulps. Not answering, he frantically looks for a way out.

"Who," I pause, pulling out my gun. "Are you?"

"My name is Kane," He whispers. "Kane Dubois."

"Dubois, huh?" I ask. I glance at Aaron, who is tapping on his phone rigorously.

A couple of seconds later, he shows me his screen.

A picture of this man and his ID shows up.

"Why were you after her?" Gustaf asks, taking Kane's attention.

He stays silent, fear in his eyes.

Not fear of us though, it's much deeper and implanted.

I come closer, holding my gun to the bottom of his chin.

"Answer, now," I order, pushing harshly. "Or I'll shoot."

"I can't," he claims, paling more.

"I'm a little fucking trigger happy today," I say, aiming my gun at the wall and shooting a warning shot.

Kane jumps, pushing himself farther into the wall and looking away from me.

His pants become darker around the crotch and I laugh humorlessly.

"You piss yourself?" I confirm with him.

His eyes don't meet mine.

I smack him with the butt of my gun.

"Answer. Me." I growl threateningly, pushing my gun into his stomach to make my point.

"Yes, sir!" He cries out. "I pissed myself!"

I scoff and stand.

I begin to walk away, but pause, thinking better of it.

Turning quickly, I use my leg and deliver a hit to his gut.

He grunts loudly and curls into a ball.

I turn to Gustaf, walking closer.

"Take him to building D and hold him. I'll come for him tomorrow night," I order.