Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 The screams of the terrified folks that were carried down into the town square from the

upper ground only seemed to get louder in the few minutes that passed after Dave and Sebastian had

left.

Those shrieks laced with horror, many of which were tortured and final cries, caused Chelsea to

shudder and her heart to break. She was shaken to the bone with fear.

“We’re going to be alright,” she reassured Christie and her terrified son, hoping that her own anxiety

wouldn’t be visible in Christie’s eyes as she spoke those words. Even while she had faith that Dave

was a skilled fighter and that Sebastian was as well, the fact remained that the two of them were

outnumbered by Hermanos’ forces by a factor that was easily three times greater.

If Dave were to suffer any kind of harm… “You love him, don’t you?” The tone of Christie’s voice was

kind and understanding. “My love for him surpasses anything else, Christie.” She moved her hand

absently to the side of her neck, where she could still feel the claiming heat of Dave’s kiss mark. She

wanted nothing but to keep him away from danger, she thought to herself. “Oh, Chelsea,” Christie said

as she embraced her in a tight hug. “You have worked hard and deserve to be happy. You, above all

others, are deserving of it.

Did she?

Chelsea couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that Christie and Peter wouldn’t have been Hermano’s

pawns all these months if it weren’t for her own idiocy, and she couldn’t help but feel guilty about it.

Hermano would have been put to death by Dave in the course of his quest if it weren’t for her. Dave

would already be back in London with his comrades and wouldn’t have been swept up in more

bloodshed and death if it weren’t for the fact that he tried to save her from the mansion.

The exterior of the building was once more filled with the sound of high-pitched shrieks. “Mommy!”

Peter whimpered and clung to Christie while staring wide-eyed at her. She gently rocked him as she

cradled him in her arms and soothed him with her words. “It’s okay, baby. Mommy is here! It’s ok.” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Chelsea extended her hand to gently pet the young child on the head. “Why don’t you both go relax in

the bedroom that’s located at the back of the house? There will be less noise over there.”

Protected from the elements further inside the cave abode. Away from the sounds of the carnage and

mayhem that can be heard outside. “You’re sure?” While she was talking, Christie eyed her with a

suspicious gaze. “The whole thought of going about my day and leaving you here to wait all by your

lonesome does not sit well with me.”

“GO,” Chelsea encouraged you in a soft voice. “I’ll be alright. And very soon, Dave and Sebastian will

be on their way back.” Peter was startled by the subsequent loud howl that pierced the night. He

leaned his head against his mother’s shoulder and began to sob quietly. Christie gave in at last, and

after giving an embarrassed nod, she turned around and went back into the other room. Chelsea sat

down in the living area and examined the firearms and ammunition that Dave had given her. On the

side table next to her was where she kept both the rifle and the knife. She wants to have the knowledge

and experience necessary to assist him in some manner. Her sense of helplessness made her fidgety

and caused her mind to race, jumping from one unsettling notion to the next. Concerned about Dave,

she stood up and began to pace nervously around the rug. The more concerned she became, the more

she questioned whether or not Hermano was still alive and whether or not he knew where they were

hiding.

What if Hermano was involved in some way with what happened?

And even though she feared the prospect of seeing him once more, she had no choice

but to investigate whether or not she could obtain any additional information that could assist Dave and

his organization in their preparations to eliminate him. She took her phone and dialled someone, yet no

one answere “Dammit.” She heaved a sigh, closing her eyes and lowering her head into her palms.

When she opened them again, she did see a face reflected in the mirror next to the bathroom door…

Hermano’s hideous-cloth-covered disfigured face. His unblinking eyes stared back at her, the amber

glow of them furious. Insane. Murderous. He sneered at her, “Hello, Chelsea.”

How?

“No.” She shouted and spun around, shocked to see the man standing behind her. Her hand rushed

out to grasp the gun, but Hermano outpaced her. He sent the weapon flying into the other room with a

single sweep of his arm. She tried to get away from him, but he tugged her back with a fist full of her

beautiful blonde hair. She slammed into him, her stomach churning at the terrible stench of rotting

blood and death that clung to him.

“Didn’t I warn you, Chelsea, never cross me?” His arms were as strong as steel around her. His breath

wormed into her ear, hot and nasty. “Didn’t I say there was nowhere you could hide and I wouldn’t find

you? Your family as well.” He clucked his tongue, making a repulsive, moist sound. “Did you believe I

was so careless that I wouldn’t take precautions to ensure it? Christie’s truck’s tracer brought me right

to you. My guys made certain that your men and his companion had no choice but to leave you alone.”

Nausea overwhelmed her, not just from the misery of their error, but also from the repulsiveness of

Hermano’s proximity. She whimpered, attempting in vain to break free.” Please let me go!”

He laughed. “You stupid girl. Didn’t I warn you that there would be consequences if you lied to

me? There will be death now.”

Chelsea fought and struggled, but it was futile. Hermano was inhumanly strong even after being

seriously hurt by the blast that should have killed him. Gold coin. He was with drugs for sure.

He was also deadly, even though his burned, mangled skin was raw, open wounds still seeping on his

forearms despite the massive amount of drugs he had likely consumed in his efforts to heal.

Chelsea’s gaze fixed on the worst of the wounds that mangled the flesh of his arms. Maybe there was

a tender spot on this monster after all. Her bile churned, but she pushed past it to dig her fingers as

deep and as she could into the ruined muscles and tendons

He howled in agony, and she flung herself out of his hold when his grip weakened in response to the

pain. She stumbled to the floor and scrambled into the living room, hope coursing through her veins.

But it was just temporary. Christie bolted from the distant room.”Chelsea? Oh my goodness!”

She screamed when she saw Hermano draw Peter from the bedroom behind her. What happened next

happened so rapidly that Chelsea couldn’t believe it. Hermano was doubled over in pain and rage for

one second. The next thing he knew, he had Peter by the wrist and was holding him up like a prize.

Like a piece of meat entangled on a butcher’s hook In his wrath, Hermano’s amber eyes burned even

brighter. His lips peeled back from his teeth and fangs as he snorted and sniffled. His changed glance

revealed deep insanity. In his ferocious, blood-splattered face.

Oh, shit.

He was truly insane. Worse than crazy, but she had no idea till now.

He’d drunk far too much drug since escaping the blow.

Hermano was taken by the drugs.

He was past saving.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Chelsea. Now, you’re really going to suffer.”

His tongue slid out, snakelike, as he eyed the child that dangled from his grasp. Then he looked back

at her as she slowly got to her feet after she stumbled into the other room. His head cocked at a

chilling, exaggerated angle. “I think we’ll start by letting you watch me rip this boy’s heart out and eat it

in front of you both.”

“I’m not sure, bastard.” Dave stood in the open doorway with a revolver in his hand, his eyes lighted up

with rage, his veins pumping with the need to shred Hermano to bits.

He and Sebastian had split up after leaving town, attacking from opposite parts of the village to control

the situation as best they could. Dave had just ashed his third mob of the night when his heart felt like it

was going to explode out of his chest in icy horror. Then he knew it was Chelsea. He hadn’t expected

what he saw when he entered the town’s safe house and encountered the horrible, bloodlust -afflicted

beast before him.

“Hermano, let the boy go.”

If Chelsea hadn’t been standing between him and a clear shot at the slavering man, Dave would have

opened fire. Besides, Hermano was as volatile as a human on the verge of death in his current state.

Taking him down cleanly would need many more shots than Dave had in his gun.

He couldn’t find the gun or knife he’d handed her.

And there wasn’t time to think about alternatives when Hermano held Peter by the wrist in agony while

Christie sobbed and prayed for mercy on her son.

Dave was sneered at by Hermano. “Are you done chasing rabbits so quickly, Brown? I’d been looking

forward to spending some quality time with these three.” “Bastard! You did hear me. Put the kid down.”:

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