Wanted For Pleasure: vol 2

Chapter 76: all things end

"When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things."

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I almost blow our cover and tackle Beck as he reaches behind Morgan's back. He's relishing in this, the fact that he thinks he's about to have her body and me not do anything about it.

Satisfaction is an understatement to describe what I feel when Morgan drives her pocketknife through Beck's back.

He screams in agony, falling over and whaling in pain. If I could, I'd stay back and indulge in this, but I can't.

"Run!" Morgan yells, collecting her things so we can leave.

I'm right behind her, being sure that Beck's locked inside and can't get out.

He stands weakly and pounds his palms on the glass window.

"Too slow." I taunt him before Morgan pulls me away by my arm.

The lights are green but we can still see the way out. It's a straight shot to the stairs that lead out of here.

We hurry up them but Morgan struggles to lift the hatch.

She struggles. "It's stuck!"

"Let me try." I insist, pulling her body out of the way.

I push, pull, twist, and bang and then finally, it lets up.

Only, Morgan or myself didn't loosen it, the lever turns and opens due to someone on the outside trying to get in.

The heavyset woman from before, the store clerk and snd Beck's mother apparently, screams when she sees me step out of the bunker.

Cold winds smack me in the face but I push past the temperature with more important things at hand.

The woman faints.

Well, that was easy.

I step over her body to help Morgan out of the ground.

"There," Morgan points to the store. "the church is this way!"

As we run in the direction of the store, fighting against the blistering winds, I find my belongings scattered across the snow-coated ground.

My wallet, my keys, my coat. Each item, I pick up and stuff in my pockets. I slip my arms into my black version of the Helly Hansen coat that matches Morgan's. The warmth allows me to keep going.

We hear gunshots down the road and duck behind a dumpster.

Morgan gasps. "Yara and Nick."

I sure hope that's not them on the other side of the bullets.

"Come on." I whisper, sneaking around the back of the convenience store - Jordan's Market.

"I meant what I said back there, Morgan." I tell her.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. This really is all my fault. I know you won't leave me, but you don't deserve to live like this."

"It's kind of exciting." She shrugs.

I'm confused. "Being in danger?"

"No, being right all the time." She says and punches me in the arm.

"Ow," I wince. "When did you get so aggressive?"

"I just feel like you deserved that, and a few more."