Chapter 7
1047 Words
Aaron Cole
“Stay with me, Laura.”
I said it the second she went limp in my arms, my grip tightening instinctively as I pushed forward through the flames.
Her small body had no fight left in her, it's like she had accepted her fate.
My brother is such a bastard!" I muttered angrily while I dodged falling debris, huge fire explosions that almost knocked me down.
The fire roared around us, louder than anything I had ever heard, but it didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered except getting her out.
“You’re not dying here,” I muttered, my jaw locked tight.
A beam crashed down behind me, sending sparks flying, but I didn’t slow down. I adjusted her slightly, making sure her head stayed supported against me.
“She can’t breathe,” I heard myself say, my mind already racing ahead. “I am sure it is the smoke inhalation… she needs air fast.”
Another explosion shook the structure, the ground shifting under my feet.
I kept moving like a man in the landmine field.
Step after step, ignoring the heat, ignoring the chaos.
Then finally I saw the bright light and a blanket of fresh air hit my nostrils like relief.
Fresh, cold air hit my face as I stepped out of the building, and for a second, everything slowed down. It blew her beautiful, brunette hair that looked like a wave of water flowing down the river.
“He came out,” someone said as loud as they could.
“With her,” another voice added.
I ignored them.
“Move,” I ordered as I dropped to one knee, carefully lowering Laura to the ground. “She needs oxygen now.”
Paramedics rushed in immediately, taking over without hesitation. I stepped back just enough to give them space, but my eyes never left her.
I could see her collar bones, her face looked like she had not eaten in days.
I slammed my fist into a nearby car in anger.
I was not expecting my dump brother to be this cruel.
“Pulse is weak,” one of them said.
“Get the mask on her,” another replied quickly.
I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself to stay still.
“She’s alive,” I said under my breath. “She’s still alive.”
A firefighter approached me, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief.
“Sir… you went in there without any protection,” he said. “You should be injured.”
“I’m fine,” I replied flatly as I watched Laura like a hawk.
He looked me over again, clearly not convinced.
“That’s not possible,” he muttered, his voice was urgent yet unconcerned. If I didn't have money, he wouldn't be asking a thousand questions....It's what they always did. Pathetic.
I turned to face him fully, my expression hardening.
“What’s not possible is leaving someone to die in a locked cell,” I said coldly. “So let’s focus on what matters.”
He didn’t respond.
Good.
I shifted my attention to the officer from earlier, who looked noticeably uneasy now.
“You,” I called out.
He straightened immediately. “Sir?”
“What happened here about the rescue tonight stays here,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument.
He hesitated. “We have protocols....”
“You will follow my instructions,” I cut in sharply. “No reports about me. No statements. You say the firefighters handled it. That’s it. And if you're trying to talk about protocols, I am willing to ask you a thousand questions till you pee yourself... Wasn't it your duty to unlock her cell while the others fled?”
The tension between us stretched for a second before he nodded stiffly.
“…Understood sir.....” He swallowed hard then shifted his gaze from me.
“Good,” I said firmly.
I turned back to Laura just as they secured the oxygen mask over her face.
“She’s stabilizing,” one of the paramedics confirmed.
A breath I didn’t realize I was holding finally left me.
But it didn’t last.
Because something about this didn’t sit right.
The way they ignored her, how the fire spread and how everything lined up too perfectly for them before I stepped in.
“This wasn’t an accident,” I said quietly.
No one responded, but I didn’t need them to.
I already knew.
“Derick,” I muttered, my eyes darkening.
If I could see it, then he already knew.
*****
Derick Cole
“Well?” Derick’s voice came through cold and impatient as he answered the call while Lilly sucked his c**k.
“There’s been a problem, sir,” the voice on the other end said quickly.
Derick paused, but didn't stop shoving his hips into her mouth. “What kind of problem?”
“Laura Sterling… she survived.”
Silence filled the room.
Then Derick motioned Lilly to stop sucking his c**k, he stood slowly while his hard c**k defied the laws of gravity....his grip tightening around the phone.
Lilly looked at it shamessly, she admired how it was dripping and rosy. But she knew Derick had switched to a bad mood.
“Say that again.”
“She survived,” the caller repeated nervously. “Someone went in and brought her out.”
Derick’s eyes narrowed.
“Someone?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. A man. We couldn’t identify him.”
There was another pause. Then the line went dead.
Derick lowered the phone, his expression turning dangerously calm.
“So you’re still alive,” he said quietly.
A slow smile spread across his face, cold and calculating.
“And now there’s someone protecting you.”
He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly.
“That just made this more interesting.”
His gaze darkened as he looked out over the city.
“Let’s see how long he lasts.”
Lilly stayed silent like an obedient little mistress she was.
"Lilly, come and ride this c**k with your tight pussy.... My mood had been ruined but at least I can get a good f**k. I need something sweet as I find the most successful ways of destroying that good for nothing...."
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