On The Border - Marry Him Or Die

2.8

Angelina’s POV

My heart started beating erratically at Lucas’s threat.

The men’s words from the car earlier come to me at that instant ‘We’re so dead’

Shit!

He’s really going to kill them!

But what will he do to me then? Kill me? Torture me? Use me?

The assholes labeled me a fucking prostitute for God’s sake!

Hell no! I’d rather die than be used like that!

I held my breath and shook more intensely as Lucas began counting and my mind started going into overdrive.

When he reached three and none of them spoke up, Lucas pulled the trigger.

A little shriek escaped my lips at the unexpected loud sound of the gun going off as I flinched in my place. I mean I knew guns were loud, but I never witnessed it with my own ears before.

I watched as the driver dropped dead on the snowy ground with a bullet in the middle of his forehead, and the blood started staining the white snow underneath him.

No one paid me the slightest attention, not even Lucas as he wasted no time firing his weapon again.

This time I didn’t shriek, I just gasped loudly and flinched again. A high pitched scream followed after the gun went off and the passenger dropped down on the ground clutching into his foot where Lucas shot him.

“Where is Zade?” asked Lucas in a bone chilling coldness.

The guy kept on screaming in pain, not answering him.

I flinched again when Lucas fired on his other foot, and the man screamed even louder.

My heart was up in my throat at the scene that was taking place right in front of me. My body was trembling like never before. My knees were buckling from this immense fear that swept over me, chocking me with it and not letting any other emotion pass through.

It was pure fear, because as Lucas kept shooting that guy with the same cold expression on his face that never wavered for a second, I realized something so terrorizing.

This man is not just crazy, he’s a complete psychopath.

And I will end up wishing for death a thousand times if he ever learned that Zade is my father.

How my fucking heart thought I could ever trust him for even a little, told me how truly traumatized I really am by the events of the past two days that my heart was all screwed up and broken, it wasn’t functioning anymore after I lost my mom, a loss that I still haven’t dealt with as I was still in denial. There is no way I could ever trust a man like him to sympathize with my story. To believe that I hate Zade even more than him. He’ll only see his daughter, the one that he will stop short of nothing to punish for what my father did to his family in order to get to him.

I lost count of how many times Lucas shot at the man who was full on thrashing and shrieking in complete agony. Blood from many places were staining the snow underneath him.

All his shots were not lethal, and he meant them that way. He was prolonging his suffering for as long as possible.

Every time the gun went off, I would jump in my place and my knees would go even weaker.

I reached a point where I could no longer keep standing, keep watching, keep quiet.

I turned my back on them and went down hard on my knees as my whole body shook very intensely, and I released my sobs as they wripped through my body involuntarily.

The freezing coldness that seeped through me as my jeans got soaked with the snow did nothing to numb the pure, raw, terror that was controlling me whole.

The shots went on and I could no longer keep quiet because it seemed like they were never going to stop, that the guy’s suffering will never end. He was the one who killed my mother, killed my life, killed my only light. I wanted him dead like no one else, but not like that.

I wouldn’t wish that kind of pain on anyone.

Not even my mother’s murderer.

“Please! Stop please! Please!” I cried out frantically as I closed my eyes and sobbed harder.

I begged and begged but no one seemed to hear me, or cared about what I was saying because the bullets kept on firing despite my pleas.

Just when I thought I would suffocate from the dread possessing me as my fate seemed to be coming towards its end and my body was already grieving over how much pain is awaiting me after that man dies, one last shot fired before the scramming came to an end.

When the screaming stopped another one erupted the silence.

“What the hell David! I wasn’t done yet!” shouted Lucas in complaint.

“He wasn’t going to tell you a damn thing and we both know that” said the one I assumed was David, very calmly despite the anger in Lucas’s voice.

I still had my back to them, so I couldn’t see who was talking, but whoever it was, I was so thankful he stopped that torture from resuming any longer because I was just on the verge of passing out if things carried on like that.

“So? Don’t tell me you felt sorry for him! He’s one of Zade’s men!” shouted Lucas angrily.

“I didn’t, but you were so engrossed, you forgot there was a girl watching all this that is about to pass out very soon because of the horror you just made her witness” said David strictly.

If I wasn’t shaking so very badly from head to toe, uncontrollably, I would have frozen in my spot as I felt all eyes settling on my huddled body.

Then I heard him, he was taking slow steps towards me, and my heart almost gave out right there.

I had no doubt in my mind that it was Lucas and no one else.

I whimpered as I felt him standing in front of me, I had my eyes closed tightly and was too terrified to open them and see him still carrying that gun in his hand, too scared to see murder for me plastered on his face, or worse than murder, abuse, rape, and torture. These things to me were more scary than death itself.

I tried to be quiet, to cease my soft sobs from escaping from me, to be brave like I thought myself to be, but I couldn’t do any of those things. I was running only on pure instinct, and my instinct was to act dead scared because I fucking was, in every sense of that word.

***

Lucas’s POV

Shit!

Fucking SHIT!

I just traumatized the hell out of the girl.

I lost control.

I went blood thirsty, blind with unkempt rage and disdain for Zade and his men, and didn’t even hear her screaming or begging, not until it was too late, not until David pointed it out.

That’s why I told Alex that I am no good as a leader.

When I lose my grip on myself, I need to be stopped.

But being the leader means no one can dare to stop you.

Even David waited until it was too late to stop me.

I stood there, My insides churning at the sight of her like this. I caused this. I caused that terror to claim her whole body.

She was trembling from head to toe, and I know for a fact it was more than just the freezing cold seeping into her as she collapsed on her knees right on the wet snowy ground.

Her face was drenched in tears, her face contorted in pain and fear for what she thinks is going to happen to her next.

I wanted nothing more than to wipe that fear completely off her face. To get down on my knees and apologize immensely for scaring her like that, the way I never apologized to anyone before her. There was something about her that made me hate myself so much for forcing her to watch that kind of violence and imprint that scene in her head for a very long time to come. Had it been someone else, I wouldn’t have given a damn about how damaged they became by watching me go full on crazy on those animals who had it coming. God only knows how many innocent people they have killed so far.

But not her, she was taking a special place in my heart and I found that to be the most disturbing thing I have ever experienced in my whole life, and I experienced a lot, even though I’m still only twenty one years old.

What the hell was it that made her special?

I’ve barely talked to her, she barely said two words to me, I still have no idea who she is or how she is connected to Zade.

So why the hell is my heart catching on fire as I registered how extremely scared of me she is now?

I must be going crazy for real, there is no other explanation for this.

There is no way my cold heart opened up to a girl I only just met twenty minutes ago and decided to lock her inside it against my permission.