The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210: I’M COMING FOR YOU, COWARD

Abigail

The blood on the floor stopped me cold.

There were dark, fresh smears staining the hardwood right inside the doorway of our old apartment.

My heart leapt to my throat, and I shoved the door open quickly, stepping in while it creaked behind me.

"Annette?" My voice cracked. "Annie?!"

I was met with silence. My bag slipped from my hand to the floor at the sight before me.

The living room was destroyed.

The cushions were slashed open, drawers yanked out and emptied, papers scattered everywhere as though a storm had torn through the building. That wasn’t the worst of it all.

"No," I whispered, my eyes following the trail of blood. It was a gruesome path leading toward the kitchen, ending at the fridge where a knife pinned a note to it.

"You know where to find me or say goodbye to your bestie. I’ll advise you come alone, make a wrong move, and I’ll gut her."

Terror struck me. Icy, paralyzing fear made my knees buckle. I gripped the fridge to steady myself, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

He took her! He took Annette.

What if... what if he killed her like he killed Cole?

No. Not her. Please, God, not her.

Panic flooded my blood, thick and suffocating. My hands shook violently. My mind spiraled — images of Annette being hurt, bleeding, terrified, alone with that psychopath, that bastard, that— I wheezed, sinking to the floor. I couldn’t breathe.

My chest felt too tight, like something was crushing my windpipe. Tears burned my eyes as I stumbled forward, searching the apartment.

"Annette!" I screamed, my voice breaking. "Where are you?!"

I got nothing but the echo of my terrified voice back. I knew he took her but I just didn’t want to believe it.

How could he? How dare he hurt her! The panic clawing my throat flared into white-hot fury that cleared the fog in my head.

"That fucking bastard!" I screamed, pushing off the floor.

That piece of shit who had already taken so much from me. He thought he could use my best friend as bait? He thought he could threaten her, and I would just roll over?

I was going to kill him!

I wouldn’t trust the police. They had failed me before. Even if they arrested him, he would be set free to roam around. No. It ended here. It had to fucking end here!

I scrambled to the living room and grabbed my bag, fumbling out my phone with trembling fingers to check the tracker on Cole’s phone.

The dot was blinking. It was actively pinging Gavin’s location. It was a rundown warehouse area around the industrial district. He was waiting for me.

"Good," I whispered, my voice shaking with anger. "I’m coming for you, coward."

I gasped, doubling over, but rage kept me moving. I hated him. I fucking hated him. All I wanted was to find who the fuck killed my parents. I had already lost Cole. I sure as hell, sure as the skies, was not losing my best friend! 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Gavin turned on her with a snarl. "Shut up, you stupid bitch." He kicked her hard in the side, then started punching her, raining brutal, vicious hits down on her face. Blood sprayed. Annette cried out, trying to shield her head with her arms.

I saw red.

"Annette!" I screamed, blinded by rage.

I hurled myself at him again, tackling him off her. We rolled across the dirty floor. I clawed at his eyes, sank my teeth into his arm when he tried to grab me, and dug my fingers into his eyes.

He punched me in the ribs, the pain exploding through my side, but I didn’t stop. I drove my knee into his groin, making him grunt and loosen his grip.

"You fucking whore," he snarled, fisting my hair and slamming my head against the concrete. Stars burst in my vision.

Annette, bloody and battered, suddenly lunged from the floor and grabbed his leg, trying to pull him down. "Don’t you touch her!"

Gavin turned and started pummeling her again, fists raining down mercilessly. "You were cute. We could’ve been good together. But you chose her, you dumb bitch."

I screamed Annette’s name and charged one last time, tackling him with everything I had left. We crashed into a pile of old crates.

I grabbed a loose piece of wood and swung it at his head. It connected with a crack. Then he pulled out a gun.

"I’ve had enough of this shit!" he snarled, leveling it straight at me.

Annette, barely conscious, tried to crawl toward him. "No... leave her alone..."

Gavin kicked her hard, then raised the gun again. I lunged to grab it. A gunshot rang out through the warehouse.