Chapter 56 Found by the enemy
ANGELICA'S POV
Everything was confusing.
Nothing made sense anymore.
I don’t remember how long I had been running. My feet felt numb and full of blisters, my limbs aching like someone was hammering them from inside, and my legs burning with lack of oxygen. I ended up on the roadside before finally hailing a cab.
“Are you okay, Miss?” The driver looked at me concerned, and I gave him a weak smile.
“I am fine. Just the evening run getting to me,” I lied through my teeth before giving him a random address out of the city that I looked up quickly.
Closing my eyes, I breathed deeply to find relief but couldn’t feel it.
How could I be relieved when everything around me shattered like a glass palace that pricked my skin and heart like dagger wounds?
Dylan and Ericson's words about how much they loved me and wanted me to be their Luna and love me for eternity ran in my ears like a joke, a curse that was haunting me.
None of it was real. Everything they mentioned was to get close to me so they could harm my stepfather for Felicia. For them, I was nothing more than a tool, a bait to lure my stepfather and hurt them.
Who was this girl? Was she their real mate? The questions glared at my belief in love, but then again, even if the girl was just a family member, would it make any difference? At the end of the day, they betrayed me and broke my trust.
Tears welled in my eyes, and I quickly blinked away, not wanting to feel weaker than their betrayal had already made me.
I thought they cared for me. Even after Tyler's betrayal, I had started to believe in love once again, in their mate stuff, but everything was designed, a cunning plan.
Thunderclap!
The sound of the thunder brought my attention to the sky. The weather resonated with my mood. The raindrops splashing on the window like sharp needles before rolling down felt like my life was going all happy before it all crumbled and met with nothingness.
I watched everything passing, the streets of Amoled City leaving, blurring into shadows that matched the emptiness in my chest.
“The weather seems quite negative today,” The cab driver said out of nowhere.
“I think it’s peaceful,” I said to close the topic. I was in no mood for small talk, and while I appreciated the cab driver's gesture, my heart was in too much pain to express gratitude.
“You don’t know, mam. In my grandmother’s language, this weather can never signal peace. It’s a sign of an upcoming roar, disruption,” The cab driver said.
Hugging my arms, I pressed my forehead against the cold glass. My eyes were feeling prickly, and I was about to close them to have some rest when the car turned sharply, throwing me to the other side.
“What’s happening?” I asked, panicked.
The driver said something, but it was too hard to concentrate on his words as the car spun around, throwing it tumbling on the road.
Everything happened quickly. The world blurred before my eyes as my vision turned dark, my body thrashing against the windows that broke a few times until it stopped.
The sound of the car's horn blazing echoed in the silent road. The throbbing ache in my body kept me from losing consciousness.
The car was turned upside down, and I knew that to survive, I needed to get out before it blew.
“Please,” I told myself to gather the strength to get out of the car.
Thick smell of petrol leaking from the car masked the blood that was dropping and rolling down my limbs.
I tried to open the car door, struggling against its twisted form.
“Somebody please help,” I voice out weakly.
As if the gods heard my prayer, someone came to our rescue.
The car's door was pulled open with a jerk.
Dark spots danced in my vision, making it hard to see who it was.
All I knew was that two strong arms grabbed my shoulders and pulled me out of the car, a bit too harshly than I would've preferred, as the metal dug further into my legs, making me wince in pain.
I was being pulled away from the car. I could feel the sliding of my body on the hard road before I heard a loud blow, and my eyes finally opened wide, gazing at the scene in horror.
The car I had been traveling in blew, rising to the sky before it fell again.
If this person hadn't saved me, then I would've been dead by now.
I turned around to thank the person who saved me, only to freeze in my place.
Even with my bloodshot eyes, I could make his silhouette. No. He wasn’t Jarvin Morocco, my stalker who wanted to capture me.
This man was different, but someone who probably didn’t mean any good.
The way ten men stood behind him as if waiting for his one order to kill anyone was a clear indication that this man was dangerous and probably not the savior, I thought.
“Who are you?” I managed to voice out with my weak voice.
My head started swirling with possibilities, and my dread returned to my heart again.
The man had brown eyes, and his dirty brown hair fell on his forehead. He moved it back with his fingers before smirking at me.
He grabbed my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look into his eyes before he stopped. Something close to admiration flickered in his eyes that disappeared as quickly as it appeared before he smirked again.
“Well, now I am disappointed. How come they forget to mention such an important enemy of theirs as me to the woman they were keeping around?” The man before me asked.
The way he used the word ‘they’ made it clear who he was talking about, and I couldn’t help but gulp.
“They even let their treasure roam alone. How careless of them,” He said again.
“Who are you?” I asked, my lips trembling with pain, and he just smiled.
“They call me Keith, and I am your worst nightmare,” he said before he reached out to me and slapped me hard.
Numbness spread all over my body, and my little conscience vanished.
He lifted me. I knew I should struggle and protest, but the pain in my body didn’t allow me to move an inch.
The only thing that I could do was whimper as he took me somewhere. Being shuffled into a car’s backseat was the last thing I remembered before everything turned black.