Chapter 5
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Max’s Pov :
“This is the last time. Tell me where she is, otherwise be ready to face your end.”I say holding my gun against his forehead. The man trembles, sweat rolling down his wrinkled face. His lips quiver as he stares at me with wide trembling eyes.
After I came here, Eve’s foster parents, or should I say, this old maid of the Hudson mansion and her husband, denied that anyone named Eve lived here. But we have clear information that she is supposed to be here. And I don't doubt Mom’s information, at least not after seeing this maid here.
If she is here then its clear that Eve is here too. Or at least, she was here.
The man shivers in fear and grabs my feet. “S-she was taken away by some goons.“He blurts out, his voice shaking.
“What?”I frown hearing him.
“Yes, she took money from them and refused to give it back. So they forcefully took her with them. We tried to make her understand many times to give it back, but she didn’t listen." The man says, shaking in fear. His wide eyes, scared face, and trembling voice might make others believe him, but he can’t fool me.
There is something else in his eyes other than fear.
Guilt.
They sold her.
I grab him by his collar and wank him to his feet, holding him up to my eye level.
“Where did they take her ?”I ask, glaring at him with a warning. If this s**t dares to lie, I will personally show him what hell looks like.
“I don't know! I don't know!”He says shaking his head.
I shove him back, his frail body collides with two of my men who hold him in place forcefully. My finger tightens on the trigger as I raise the gun again.
"W-wait! I swear I don't know! Please!" He screams, thrashing in their grip, trying to escape but failing miserably.
Bang!
Two screams came as I shot the man in his right thigh. He collapses on the ground, clutching his thigh, blood pooling on the dusty wooden floor.
“Last chance!”I say, pointing the gun at him again.
“W-waitt!! I will tell you! Let him go! Please!” The old maid says, falling on her knees. Tears ran down her fearful face, making her look hideous and ugly.
I look at her silently, indicating for her to speak.
“T-they took her to the abandoned factory near the forest!” She says, her voice cracking.
My jaw clenches hearing her, and the weight of her words starts to sink in. It's clear why they took her there.
Those bastards!
Without sparing them another glance, I stride out of the small old house, shoving the gun back into my coat pocket.
"Take them back. Make sure they don't escape." I order Noah, my right-hand man. "Torture them till Old Master Hudson asks for them. Also, let Old master Hudson know about this."
"Yes, sir." Noah says.
Getting into my car, I grip the steering wheel tightly. The tires screech as I speed off toward the location.
Fuckk! There will be a disaster to handle if something happens to her.
Moreover, I will kill those bastards if they dare touch my fiancé!
Soon, I reach the abandoned factory. 4 Cars stop behind mine, filled with my mens. Getting out of the car, I take out my gun and head inside the factory directly without wasting any time.
The factory door is locked from inside. I fire at the place where the lock is supposed to be from inside and kick the door open.
Going inside, I freeze seeing the scene in front of me.
5 guys are surrounding a petty figure lying on the ground.
It's a girl, her clothes are ripped open, revealing her naked body.
How dare those filthy rats disrespect a girl like that?!
Anger bubbles up in my chest as I step towards them. Ganging up against a helpless girl like this, that too 5 guys! I will make sure that they aren’t able to touch another girl after today.
Suddenly, I freeze seeing the girl's face. That girl is looking at me with hazy eyes, as if relieved to see me.
One of the men has his filthy hands on her thighs, spreading them apart.
But all of this isn’t what surprises me most.
It's the girl who surprises me the most.
I never thought we would meet like this again.
Without thinking any further, I shot the man's hand, which was on her thigh. The bullet tears through his hand, his scream echoing through the factory. All of those gangsters get up and look at us alarmingly.
“Who are you bastard? Don't you know this is our place?!” A bald man says, his ears pierced with earrings.
“How dare you shoot our men?” He says taking out a gun. However, my gaze is fixed on that man whose hand I just shot, who's now on the ground, clutching his bleeding hand. I point the gun at him again.
“Hands off of her.” I say glaring at the man. He looks at me with fear and crawls away from her with his hands up. His hand is bleeding badly.
“You little s**t! How dare you threaten us!” The bald one says, pointing the gun at me, but before he can shoot, a gunshot echoes, and he falls on the ground lifeless.
My men surround those remaining thugs and restrain them.
“Don’t anyone dare look at her." I say it loud enough for everyone to hear. Immediately, they lower their gaze to the ground, not daring to look up.
I hand the gun to one of my men and stride towards her.
Her fragile body lies still, bruised and broken.
I take off my coat and drape it over her, covering her exposed body.
My eyes are fixed on her face.
I know better then to take advantage of a helpless girl. Her long black hair is scattered on the dirty floor, still looking beautiful despite the surroundings. Her eyes are closed as if sleeping peacefully but those tears on her cheeks are clear proof of her suffering.
I caress her cheek with the back of my hand gently, but she doesn’t respond.
Drugged.
Those bastards!
I lift her into my arms. Surprisingly, she is a really lightweight. As if she were a child, not a grown-up. Her head rests against my chest, her face pale and calm.
Turning to my men, I say, "Clean this place up. Make them suffer."
"Yes, sir."
Without another word, I carry her out of the factory.
Those little shits will pay for this.
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