Chapter 83
Ex-Husband’s Regret
Rescued
Fuck, it hurts Emma screams in agony, making me come out of my shock just in time to see the man
raise his pistol.
I scramble to take the gun that I had dropped and immediately fire. He drops to the ground I get up and
rush to Emma, who was writhing on the ground.
I donât even check if the man was alive or dead. Right now, it didnât fucking matter to me. Not when Iâm
pumped full of adrenaline and Emma was bleeding on the ground.
âIâm dying arenât I?â she asks with tears filling her eyes.
I could have told her to stop being a cry baby, but I donât. Not when sheâs the one that shoved me
and took a bullet that was meant to be mine.
âNo, you are notâ I respond as I examine her.
Sheâd been shot in the shoulder, and it was bleeding a lot. I was worried. First of all, she might just bleed
to death, and second, we were still in danger. Someone was bound to find us eventually.
âYouâre lying!â she hisses when I put pressure on the wound. âIf Iâm not dying then why the hell
does it feel like I am?â
I donât answer. Choosing instead to focus on stopping the bleeding. As teachers, we are required to
know basic first aid. The bullet was still lodged inside, so I couldnât remove it. Not without knowing the
extent of the damage. Instead, I rip the hem of my dress and tie it tightly around her
shoulder.
âDamn it, I should have just stayed in that fucking roomâ she grumbles, glaring at me. Her eyes
showed the pain that she was trying to hide.
âCome on. We have to keep movingâ I say as I slowly help her up and we start moving.
Fuck. Rowan was going to kill me. Not only did I put Emma in danger by dragging her into my escape
plan, but I also got her shot. I didnât know how to face him when we manage to get free.
Sure, others might reason that it was Emmaâs decision to take the bullet for me. That I didnât ask
her to do it, but Rowan might not see it that way. He will take one look at his bleeding precious,
Emma and blame me.
Sighing, I pull her up straight. I was currently supporting her weight. She was leaning into me as
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pace we were going I estimate that it wonât be long.
I donât know for how long we were walking. Maybe an hour or a few minutes, I couldnât tell, because it felt
like an eternity. I was starting to get tired from carrying both our weights. My legs were aching, my hands
were shaking and my head was pounding. Emma had now almost slumped all the way forward and she
was weakening from the blood loss.
âMaybe we should restâ I pant.
âYesss. Thatâs a gooood ideaâ she slurs, tipping forward, almost tripping both of us.
I look for a hidden place, before gently lowering her down. I then sit next to her and lean my
against the old car.
head
This place was like a fucking maze. It felt like we have just been going round in circles from the moment
we escaped that room. I was so tired and hungry that I didnât care if they found us. I just
wanted some pain meds, food and a nap.
âEmma, Iâm not sure we can escapeâ I tell her but receive no answer.
I face her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open.
âEmma?â I call again, but she still doesnât answer.
My heart starts going haywire and panic begins setting in.
I shake her and her body tips. I catch her before she falls to the ground. Twisting her, I make it so that
sheâs laying on my lap. I whisper her name again, but sheâs still unresponsive.
With shaky hands and bones laden with fear, I check her pulse, afraid of not feeling anything. I sigh in
relief when I feel it. It was a bit weak, but it was there. I breathe a sigh of relief. I donât
know what Iâd have done if I hadnât found a pulse.
Tears start filling my eyes. We were stuck here. Emma was bleeding and weak. I was tired and
aching and we were right in the middle of the enemyâs camp.
I donât stop them when they fall. I was just fed up. Why was all this happening to me now? I
wanted nothing, but peace, but I am yet to achieve that. I hated this. Hated everything that was
happening.
I keep my finger on Emmaâs pulse just to assure myself that she was okay. We will probably never
be close, but that doesnât mean I want her to die.
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what we have here a weaver say âTwed of running? Or is your friend dead already?
Lees
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scary song than saving at with nothing but evil intent. For a moment I see
my life and before my eyes
Remember when I said that I donât care if they find us? Well, I take those words back. I didnât mean any
of them Iâm definitely not ready to die
âeaseâ I beg him as I watch him raise his gun
Part of me knew he wouldnât shoot me For Reaperâs plan to work, he needed both me and Emma alive.
Still, that doesnât stop me from being afraid.
He cocks the gun and removes the safety latch.
âBoss doesnât want you deadâ he says, confirming my suspicion. âBut that doesnât mean I canât hurt you
for the trouble youâve caused us.â
The evil glint in his eyes widens Looking at him, I see the evil that resides in him. He didnât choose this
kind of job because the money was good or because he had no other choice. He chose it because he
was genuinely evil and he liked to hurt others.
I close my eyes when I realize there is no escaping him. Waiting for him to just get it over and
done with.
I hear a shot, but I donât feel pain or the impact of the bullet. I frown and open my eyes. I am shocked to
find Rowan standing before me like an avenging angel, with the man on the floor and a
bullet hole in his skull.
âRowanâ I whisper in relief, but then it quickly turns into dread when his eyes shift from me to
Emma, who was unconscious.
Damn it. I had forgotten about her.
I donât know which fate was worse. Facing Ronny or Rowan.
âWe need an ambulance. She got shot and is bleeding. She lost consciousness a few minutes agoâ I
tell him, my voice barely above whisper.
He doesnât answer. His face was stony, and that scared me more than anything. I was sure of one
thing: Rowan was going to retaliate against me when Emma wakes up and tells him that she took.
a bullet that was meant for me.