Billionaire's Accidental Wife

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.”

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?

even though she feared the prospect of seeing him

one answere “Dammit.” She heaved a sigh, closing

stared back at her, the amber glow of

How?

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

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

from the misery of their error, but also from the repulsiveness of Hermano’s proximity. She whimpered,

warn you that there would be consequences if you lied

will

even after being seriously hurt by the blast

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

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

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

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.

Oh, shit.

insane. Worse than crazy, but she had

drunk far too much

taken by

He was past saving.