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“Thank you so much, thank you,” she continues, holding her hands flat against her chest.
“Not happening. I’ll go,” he states, but I press my hand to his chest.
“No, you get those kids on the bus. They need you. I’ll be fine and back in no time.” I give my best reassuring smile. His teeth grind together. I can see the resistance shielding every spec of his honey eyes. But if he knows me well enough, then he knows I won't back off.
His eyes shut with a hard roll before tossing me another look. “In and out.”
“Of course.”
Chapter 24
Anita
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Once inside, my focusis on finding that necklace, so I head to where they were, stepping over dead men, kicking a walkie-talkie, then making it to the room I wish to never see again. It’s disgusting, awful, and inhumane. Victor is going to get what’s coming to him, every child he’s taken I will slice him with each count. Including the same way he's hurt Ronan.
I’ll do it with a gigantic smile on my face, his body will be so lacerated in wilts he'll wish I only given him a bullet.
I search under the chair, my eyes wandering around quickly so I’m not in here for too long. I check the other chairs, but nothing is there. My heart sinks, the disappointment making way into my chest.
“Dammit,” I mumble.
I release a puff of air, defeat setting in, and the image of her face wrecked in sorrow brings a twist to my heart. Turning on my heel, I take a glance at the bombs as I walk out. Something silver is glistening, a piece of metal that’s not distinct from the other parts of the bomb.
That’s it.
I rush over to the necklace, carefully pulling it from the bomb strap, taking a look at it. The silver cremation jewel that’s shaped like a tiny flute swings back and forth slightly. “Time to get back to your daughter,” I whisper, balling it up into my fist to put it in my pocket.
I’m caught off balance when thick, strong arms crush around me, containing my body.
“Not so fast, bitch!” an angry voice says, heat fuming off him and spit spraying on the side of his face. My gears go into overdrive, and I stumble back, hoping to run into a wall to break his hold. But his weight is heavier than life, and it weighs me down. I slam my head back against his nose, a curling growl rumbles from his throat.
He doesn't let go.
“You fucking bitch. Now you’re dead.” His hold becomes tighter before he spins around, throwing my body into the wall.