Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

Oh my God.

It wasn’t Laird who stepped in to help me, but Peter. He wrapped his arm around my neck until I was pinned under his arms. Cold metal touched my temple. I glanced over and immediately saw a black gun pointed at me.

“Let me go, Peter.” I growled even as my body trembled.

“Shut up!” Peter snapped loudly, ringing in my ears.

I closed my eyes tightly as I endured the pain in my ankles and muffled my fear. I raised my arms to let go of Peter’s arms, but it seemed that emotional panic had taken over my body. Somehow I became helplessly weak and could only hold on to Peter’s arm.

“Please, Peter, please.” I said softly, asking him to let me go.

“Peter, let her go. She doesn’t know anything.” Alan tried to calm Peter down.

“Yes? Then put the bag in the car and move away.”

Peter clamped tighter and tighter around my neck, and the tip of the gun pressed harder and harder against my temple. I slowly looked at Alan, who put the black duffel bag into the back passenger seat of the car. He shifted slowly away from the car as Peter had instructed.

“Done. Now, let her go.”

Alan stepped forward slowly, but Peter pushed me to walk towards the car.

“Peter, let her go.” Alan warned him again in a low voice.

“You shut up! You traitor! I brought you into my business, and you betrayed me! You reported me to the FBI?! You think you’re smart?” Peter’s voice exploded again as his hand holding the gun was still next to my face.

“What FBI?” asked Alan, frowning.

“No need to pretend! The FBI is destroying my house right now. Then you’re here stealing my money! How about I blow this girl’s brains out too, hm?”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Peter’s breathing was ragged along with mine. I couldn’t help but feel tears rolling down my cheeks. My racing heartbeat also made my body tremble violently. I shook my head, but Peter didn’t care.

“Calm down, Peter. I didn’t call the FBI here.”

Alan took another step toward us, but Peter was more alert. He dragged me to the side of the car, almost reaching the driver’s door.

“I don’t give a fuck about that! All I know now is that you stole my money!”

Peter forced me to move again to keep up with him. He used my body as a shield, but Alan kept advancing towards us. When Peter and I reached the driver’s car door, he didn’t let me go right away.

“Let her go, Peter!”

Peter repeatedly turned his head between the door and Alan. He wanted to get into the car but was afraid Alan would attack him when he let his guard down. Meanwhile, I, who was in the middle, could only tremble with fear.

Is that all I can do? Shaking with fear?

Both my hands tightly gripped Peter’s arms that were locked around my neck and shoulders. I tried to release him this time with a stronger stomp, but Peter locked my neck even tighter. I was suffocating but didn’t want to give up so easily.

“Don’t move, bitch!” Peter growled.

“Peter, don’t be rash. Please let her go.”

Alan took another step forward as I began to struggle to break free. With swollen and reddened legs, I tried to hold my body back from being dragged by Peter.

“Don’t come any closer, or I’ll shoot! Don’t move!” Peter threatened again.

In the next second, I jerked my head back hard toward Peter’s chin. He screeched, momentarily distracted by my head hitting his chin. The back of my head immediately hurt too, but I pushed myself away from Peter under his open arms.

I rolled to the floor. Alan jumped up and lunged at Peter. One shot went off. Alan hit Peter hard on the cheek. Peter was knocked off balance, and Alan took the opportunity to beat him up.

They wrestled on the garage floor. Punches were thrown back and forth. They rolled on the floor. Alan managed to kick Peter in the groin. Then he ran and picked up the gun that was lying on the floor. Alan turned around, and I dropped my head low to the floor.

The second shot went off. Peter groaned loudly.

I looked up and saw Peter’s bloody body. His stomach was shot, and he groaned in pain on the floor.

“Curse you, Alan!”

Our breathing was quick. It was Alan’s turn to point the gun at Peter. Alan’s eyes stared wide at Peter, and it was obvious he was going to kill Peter.

“You’re the damned one. How dare you point this gun at Fenella? No one can touch her.” Alan hissed with his hand, ready to shoot Peter in the face.

“Alan stop! Don’t do it! Don’t kill him! Please stop!” I exclaimed loudly.

“Listen to her! There’s no point in killing me!”

Peter raised one hand above his head to create a shield, though it was useless against the bullets.

Alan’s jaw tightened, and he gave Peter a fierce look. It seemed that my words had succeeded in reducing Alan’s anger. He then kicked Peter’s face into the wall. Peter groaned, and then his eyes shut. He fainted.

Alan and I were breathing fast. I thought it was all over, but I was wrong. Alan turned to me. His eyes still looked wicked, and now his anger was flowing towards me.

“Did you call the FBI? You can’t possibly-”

Alan suddenly stopped his words. His eyes widened as if he had a revelation after connecting the dots.

His hand moved quickly and pulled on my receiver earring. I groaned in pain as the receiver was yanked out and scraped my ear until it splashed blood. Alan heard the man’s voice on the other side of the receiver and immediately slammed it to the floor.

“You’re the one who reported to the FBI? Are you with Laird?” Alan stepped towering over me.

I looked up with tears streaming down my cheeks. I was now out of contact with the directions from Prosecutor Golden. I could only cry under Alan’s feet.

“Please, Alan. Let me go.”

“Fenella, what have you done?” Alan held his head with eyes that flashed with panic.

“I’m sorry. Please, Alan. Let me go.” I begged him to let me go.

“I made a plan, and you ruined it!” Alan roared in anger with his body convulsing.

Then he noticed the necklace that was the same style as my earrings. He pointed the gun at me immediately.

“Take that necklace off. Is that an FBI-made necklace too? Take it off or I’ll shoot you!”

My hands shook with fear as I grabbed the clasp of the necklace at the back of my neck. I struggled to open the necklace as my mouth begged Alan not to shoot.

When the necklace was successfully removed, Alan snatched the necklace from my hand and threw it on the floor as well. Suddenly, we heard the sound of the door behind us again. Only the door wasn’t open. Someone banged on it from outside.

“Alan! Peter! I know you’re there! Let go of Fenella!”

It was Laird. I knew his voice.

Once again, the painful pounding on the door blared. The tip of a sharp object repeatedly broke into the door.

“Get up, Fenella! Get in the car!” Alan grabbed my arm, dragging me to the driver’s seat.