A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 377

It had been obvious to his child’s mind: they were being taken away to be killed.

While observing his surroundings, Seth had spotted a long sharpening stone. He had seen one just like it in a comic book, where a fishmonger used it before bringing down the cleaver. Cold sweat had drenched his back. He was terrified. His little legs wouldn't stop shaking as he hugged his knees, too scared to even look.

But when his eyes fell on his sister, lying motionless on the bloodstained floorboards, his heart leaped into his throat. He couldn't let anything happen to her. She was Mommy's precious angel. If Mommy lost her, she wouldn't survive. He remembered all the nights he stayed awake in his crib, pretending to sleep so his exhausted mother wouldn't worry. The first thing she always did when she came home was kiss his sister's soft cheeks.

Protecting her and bringing her back to their mother was his responsibility.

He had crawled across the floor, picked up the heavy stone, and crept up behind the driver's seat. When the van slowed down on a winding mountain road, he struck. He wasn't strong, so he hit him again and again until Albert slumped over the steering wheel. Seth yanked the door handle, shoved it open, and dragged his sister out.

They tumbled onto the freezing ground. He scrambled up, pulling her toward the dead grass by the side of the road. Before fleeing, he climbed back into the cab, searching Albert's pockets. He found a stack of brand-new cash—likely the blood money Iris and Holden had paid for the hit. He really just wanted a phone, but even after searching the man's coat, he found nothing. Settling for a plastic bag of snacks from the passenger seat, he slung it over his shoulder and ran.

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