Underground Legends: The Hunt (BWWM)

Chapter 18 - Abella

Abella Sterling (Female P.O.V)

October 20, 2074

I exited the elevator, trailing a few steps behind Saint as we headed toward my apartment. It had been a long day. Excruciatingly long if you asked me.

And unfortunately, there were still more hours to go before it concluded. Eight, to be exact. Yay.

After dealing with my dad, and the drama at the bridal shop, I just wanted to unwind with a nice hot bubble bath. For a few minutes at least before Logan came home. Espe-

Saint suddenly stopping brought me out of my thoughts. He extended his right arm, keeping me from moving past.

"What's wrong?" I asked, keeping my tone casual to mask my confusion. We were in the middle of the hallway, and only a couple of feet separated us from my apartment.

"Your door is open."

"What?! No, no..." The rest of my words died on my lips when I looked around him. It was just as he said. And the 10 B in black letters only confirmed it was mine.

Goddamn it!

Why couldn't I catch a break?!

Just why?!

Before I could fully freak out, my eyes fell to the floor. A bouquet of roses lay in front of my door. Beige and wilted.

Saint went and picked them up before returning to my side. The shriveled-up flowers crinkled as he slipped out the small white card nestled in the brittle stems. My stomach dropped as we read the short message.

Good luck with the game.

"Oh, god." I softly groaned and rubbed my throbbing temples.

It had to be Luther that sent the flowers. It just had to. Or maybe I just desperately wanted it to be because the alternative was even less pleasant.

Either way, I received their message loud and clear. Win, or else I would be in the same condition as the flowers.

Dead.

Saint drew his gun before whispering, "Stay here. I'm going to check it out."

I nodded even though every part of me was screaming to run. Beads of sweat gathered at my hairline as I fought my instincts while Saint entered my apartment.

Moving closer to the wall, I listened for sounds of a struggle. Surely Saint wouldn't need me. After all, he's trained to handle these types of situations. But still, with the way things were going today, I wouldn't be surprised if he did.

Worst-case scenarios ran rampant through my brain, tormenting me. I lightly shook my head, ridding myself of the thoughts, and grabbed my phone from my purse. While shakily dialing 9-1-1, Saint reappeared.

"It's clear." He tucked his gun in his waistband and took the flowers from me.

Rubbing my arm across my sweaty face, I let out a relieved breath.

"Did you call the cops?" He asked as we made our way inside.

My legs trembled the entire way threatening to give out any minute, but Saint graciously followed my lead.

"N..." My breath hitched when he took my hand in his offering, his strength that I desperately needed at this moment. "No, you came out before I could."

He nodded as we came to a stop just inside my living room.

It was a wreck. It looked like the aftermath of a tornado disaster. All of my desk drawers were open with their contents strewn across the floor. Every pillow was askew and lying halfway off the sofa and chairs. And a trail of clothes led down the hallway to my backrooms.