The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222: ATTACK

Abigail

The knock on the door grew louder and harder, getting more ferocious with each passing second. Each thud rattled the wooden frame like someone was trying to break it down with pure rage.

Shit. Not now!

My heart slammed against my ribcage. Owen Smith’s face drained of all color, he looked as so pale. He stumbled backward, eyes wide with terror, hands trembling while he pressed himself against the far wall of his small living room like that would make him disappear.

"It’s them," he whispered, his voice cracking.

"They found me. You did this. You brought them here!"

His eyes shot daggers, accusing me and Annette.

"Okay, what now?" Annette whispered.

My pulse roared in my ears. The knock turned into violent pounding, like fists or boots slamming against the door. I flinched, wincing at the loud sounds.

Think, think, Abigail.

Owen wasn’t helping with his screaming and ranting, for goodness sake!

"You stupid girls!" Owen hissed, his voice rising in panic.

"I managed to live in peace for fifteen years! Fifteen years! I kept my mouth shut, I stayed hidden, I did everything they told me to. And now you show up asking questions? You’re going to get me killed, just like your parents got killed! Is that what you want? To drag more people down with you?"

His words stung like acid, but I couldn’t focus on the hurt. Fear clawed up my throat, making it hard to breathe. I grabbed Annette’s hand, squeezing it tight. Her palm was slick with sweat, matching mine.

"We have to do something," I whispered. My free hand fumbled for my phone.

Finnegan’s men were parked a block away, I just needed to call them and hope they came through before whatever asshole Gina sent this time put a bullet through our heads.

"Annette, get behind me."

My fingers trembled as I tapped Arnold’s contact. He was the one who drove us down here. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my teeth.

The pounding on the door grew louder, more violent. The frame splintered with a loud crack. Owen screamed, retreating further into the corner like a trapped animal.

"They’re going to kill me!" he wailed. "All because of you two! You selfish bitches! Why couldn’t you just leave the past alone? Your parents are dead, let them stay dead!"

"Stop fucking talking!" Annette screamed back at him while I fought the tears burning the corners of my eyes and forced them back.

He was just scared. And terrified people said very shitty things. I hit the call button just as the door exploded inward with a deafening crash, sending wood and sawdust flying through the air.

A man stepped through the wreckage, flanked by two hulking henchmen. It was the same asshole who had shot Richard Saxon at the gala. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The same man I had seen slipping away at the company. His eyes locked on me with cold amusement glinting in them. What had the police called his name again?

Jeff?

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