Chapter 164 - Werent Meant For Each Other (1/2)

[Violence, which could trigger emotional distress, is found in this chapter. Certain scenes are graphic and could be upsetting to some. Proceed with caution. Discretion is advised.]

”Why did you shoot my left hand?” His saliva dripped from his mouth as he cried.

”Because you looked on your left when you said it was your right.” Olivia deadpanned.

Bang!

”Now it's even,” Olivia commented, shooting his right hand.

”You bitch! You were flirting with me! You were always smiling at me! You even sat on my l.a.p when I asked you to!”

”Oh, no. You just didn't say that.” Olivia laughed, her head thrown back. One more word out of this man's mouth would seal his fate. But that's not what she wanted to happen. She was no god. Death was something only the heavens could decide on.

Aiming the gun to Imman, Maxen kissed the shell of Olivia's ear. ”Is that where you want to shoot?”

”Yes. Four times.” Her lips quivered.

Pain. Revenge. Liberty.

Whatever she felt at that moment, it didn't matter. She was forever broken, and no amount of retribution would bring back her innocence.

Her only consolation was seeing herself inflict the same pain on the monster that haunted her for years.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Imman Han's eyes bulged out from its socket, his mouth formed into a big 'O'. When the shock wore off from him, his eyes landed down between his legs where his manhood once was.

Four bullets in, he doubted if it was still attached to him as it dripped blood like a faucet.

”Let's go,” Olivia huffed, pivoting on her heel and heading out of the warehouse. Maxen trailed behind her.

”Send him back in the penitentiary,” Maxen c.o.c.ked his head to Imman's direction who passed out from shock.

”Sure thing. I made dinner reservations for us. I sent it to your phone,” Wyatt informed him, cupping Maxen's shoulders before heading towards the line of military men who were waiting for further orders.

Maxen scratched the skin above his eyebrows, wondering how on Earth was Wyatt able to pull a dinner reservation in the middle of the ruckus.

Soon, Maxen and Olivia found themselves huddled inside Olivia's car with Uncle Jin driving them back to Notios Estate to change. They were sweaty and sticky, badly needing a shower and change of clothes.

”Will the monster still visit me at night?” she asked, stroking Maxen's forearm. Hearing Imman's cries, a louder version of hers in the dreams that haunted her for years gave her an odd satisfaction, a promise of a new beginning.

”There will be nights that he will, and I might not be there physically to slay the monsters that haunt you in your dreams, but know that I am always here.” He planted his palm on her c.h.e.s.t where her heart should be. ”And I will be there beside you to wake you up.”

”Pffft. That's comforting. Thank you very much.” She cupped his face rubbing their noses together. She then snuggled with him, laying her head on his c.h.e.s.t, finding solace in the steady rhythm of his beating heart.

[ Written while listening to JP Saxe - If the World Was Ending. Song was added to my playlist found in my discord channel. Thank you very much.]