Series: Unhealthy Obsessions Series by Sam Crescent
Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Callie didn’t know how long she was going to be able to evade him. She just needed long enough to make it to safety. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she didn’t even feel like she was crying. She was just trying to survive. Her heart raced and she felt sick to her stomach.
She rounded a corner and cried as a gunshot rang out, and without checking to see if she had been hit, she just kept running in the opposite direction. All she wanted to do was live.
She was tired of people trying to hurt her, or kill her, or constantly tell her she was nothing. Every single person but Evander had told her how useless she was, that she should just accept her lot in life. Well, that was over, and it ended now. She was done playing this way, or being this way. She was not going to take this lying down. Byron was not going to kill her.
Callie didn’t know if it was stupidity, plain luck, or she was truly at the end of her tether, but glancing down at the floor, she saw a metal rod. She had never used one in her life, but she picked it up. She was done with this game of cat-and-mouse. She was done being hit and kicked.
It was time for Byron to understand he had messed with the wrong woman.
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Evander looked down at the bodies and he wasn’t happy. None of them were Byron. The slippery little weasel had managed to evade him, and it was pissing him off. He wanted to kill him. Actually, he wanted to make it slow, to erase him from existence.
“Fuck me, there is no way he escaped,” Bastian said, standing up after being crouched over several of the bodies, and he scratched his head.
He ran a hand down his face, as he attempted to think of the best way to locate Byron. Only, he heard a scream, and he knew instantly it was Callie.
“What the ever-loving fuck?” Bastian asked.
“It’s Callie!” He didn’t stop as he suddenly took off, making his way outside, and of course, Callie wasn’t where he fucking put her.
The screaming had lasted for a few seconds, or had it been minutes? He didn’t know. The sound kept going off inside his head, and he kept trying to figure it out, but nothing was helping him right now.
He locked and loaded his gun while running, because Byron was not leaving these grounds. This ended tonight. Bastian was at his back, and he heard footfalls close behind.
There was the sound of a gunshot and several screams. He kept going, knowing saving Callie was all that mattered. A least she was still alive, but Byron must be the one shooting at her.
He pulled up his gun, using the scope to try and figure out what he heard and where. Evander zoomed in on each area he pointed at, but he couldn’t find Callie. There was movement past some piled-up cars, but by the time he focused, they had gone.
Callie was not a fighter. Why did he have to leave her alone? He was getting angrier with himself with each passing second. Anyone else who had ever dealt with Byron knew what he was capable of, how easily he was able to slip through the cracks. This was all his fault.
Anger coursed through him. He was pissed off.
And then, he caught sight of Callie. It hit him right in the heart to see her in the flesh again. She held a bar in her hand, and she happened to turn the corner, looking right at him. Her eyes were wide, but they were not filled with fear. No, the woman looking at him was angry. She held that bar as if her life depended on it. She breathed deeply, and he lowered his gun.
Evander saw the moment it registered that she recognized him, and she smiled, but he noticed she didn’t drop her weapon.
He held his gun to his side, and she started walking toward him, and just as she was about to get close, Byron stepped out from a hiding spot and grabbed Callie.
Evander raised his weapon in an instant and couldn’t believe he had let his guard down for even a second when it came to this evil fucker.
Callie let out a scream as he grabbed her hair and tugged her back. Another scream fell from her lips, and he saw as she gritted her teeth. She still held the bar in her hands, and he had the gun poised. Only Byron had a knife in his hand, and it looked pretty damn sharp.
He let out a tut. “I don’t think you’re going to use that gun. Be a good little boy and put that on the ground, because if you don’t, I’m going to slit her throat. You’re not going to get to play happy family with a dead girl, are you? But that’s not even what you want, is it? You wanted the power from what she gave you.”