Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: 95-Right Under My Bra Strap

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I’d done a great job. I’d created a situation where Gigi’s reaction was worth watching.

From lying to actually having a stalker, I could tell she was panicking inside.

Then Ragnar decided not only to leave but to drag me with him.

I followed him into the backyard.

The moment I stepped into the fresh air, I let out a deep breath.

He didn’t turn around to talk to me right away.

Instead, he became busy on his phone, speaking to his warriors

. I could tell he was pulling more and more people into this.

Of course he was. Gigi’s beloved brother had been attacked.

"I want CCTV footage from around the area," he demanded before ending the call.

My mind immediately began to race. I retraced my steps, trying to remember whether I’d seen any cameras around.

Did they catch me? I mean, wouldn’t they?

Did I make a mistake somewhere?

Yes, I did.

Even if they couldn’t identify who was under the hoodie, they’d easily figure out that I’d gone back there, checked on him in the street, returned to get a coffee, and then walked back out.

That would look hella suspicious.

Once Ragnar ended the call, he turned around and stared at me before walking over with his hands on his waist, his head tilted.

"Start speaking. I want every detail. How did you two meet at the office? What time did you work until? When did you leave? What made you go into the same street where you found him?"

The way he fired those questions at me, I could already tell he suspected me.

There was no way he believed it was my first time meeting Gigi’s brother.

And, of course, it wasn’t.

So I explained everything to him, leaving out the part where I went into the woods, the part where I beat the fuck out of him, and the part where I orchestrated the whole thing.

I stuck to my story as though I had memorized it by heart.

Once I was done, I took a deep breath, about to suggest that everyone around Gigi was in danger, when suddenly something struck the back of my neck, almost as if it had gotten tangled in my hair.

"What the fuck?" I screamed, running my hand through my hair as I jumped forward.

Without realizing what I was doing, I crashed into Ragnar’s chest.

"Get it off me," I said, grabbing his hand and shoving it into my hair.

I was panicking so badly that I didn’t realize he was the forbidden one, the person I wasn’t supposed to get close to because he would fucking kill me if I did.

As I started moving around and he still didn’t do anything, I pulled away from Ragnar.

He stood there like a brick wall, staring at me.

"What the fuck are you looking at? Get it off me!" I screamed at him, watching his eyes narrow.

He glanced behind me, and as I kept jumping up and down, I shoved my hand into my hair. Whatever it was slipped into my shirt.

Then I felt it.

The most painful pinch ever.

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