Chapter 162 - This is your end girl (1/2)

Immediately I got to the window, which has a sliding glass in it, I peeped and saw him having his hands around my mom.

Unknown to me, each time they had sex, my mom wouldn't sleep all through the night and remained in his embrace, shedding silent tears.

Coupled with her encounter with me today, she wasn't in a perfect shape. She suddenly look up and our gaze locked.

I saw her nose running, while tears streamed down from one eye to the other and then down to her pillow, damping it.

The bastard arms were around her waist tightly, with his face buried in her neckline.

Immediately my mom saw me; her eyes widened in horror. I lost my sense of reasoning at the sight of her tears.

I planned on sneaking in, but I ended up hitting my head hard on the glass, to leave a crack, leaped up with my hand on the upper frame of the window and use my knee to forcefully break the cracked glass, due to my headbutt.

The shattered sound wasn't enough to call attention. I jumped inside, and my body rolled on the floor, but I stabilized myself quickly, as Shane has opened his eyes and reached for his gun.

Pulling out two daggers from my boot; I throw one at him before he could fire a shot.

He was so fast, that I'm awed. He dropped the gun and caught the dagger before it could hit him.

To be honest, I'm shocked. I aimed to stop him and hurt him, but he caught it effortlessly.

Now I understand why his security isn't that great. Without his guards, he's not an easy prey as well.

My mom remained frozen on the bed, her eyes wide open and her mouth agape. She stared at me like it's not real, as if the present scene was a nightmare she couldn't wait to wake up from, at any moment from now.

Shane threw away the dagger and was able to have a good look at me. I stared back at him, my conscious split within his gaze and his gun that was on the floor.

I was ready to prevent him from taking it, but guess what, he doesn't plan to take it after confirming I'm the girl she wanted to kill so badly.

His eyes moved to my mom's direction and returned back to me. An evil smile crept out to his lips. It disappeared and was replaced by a deep thunderous laughter.

I remained where I am, staring at him, without any changes in my expression. I never feared him, and do not plan to start doing so.

The bedroom was wide. It was wide enough to build in 4 single room in it. Well my point was that we will have enough space to fight each other.

His laughter brought my mom back from her trance. A mother will always be a mother. Immediately she realized this wasn't a dream; instead of cowering in fear, my mom knew fear wouldn't solve the situation now.