Only Time Will Tell

Chapter 33-Adam's Escapade

"I know you want my children.. And I'm telling you right now, that you've picked the wrong time, and the wrong person to f*ck with," Jo spat; taking her gun out of her nightstand drawer. I'd told her not to take it on the trip, yet some how knew she wouldn't begin to take my suggestion into account. "Easy Jo.. I merely wanted to demonstrate a point," he grinned. He took a step closer and she cocked her gun. "I don't want to have to use this. It's going to be a clusterf*ck," she admitted. "Then hand over the children, and we can avert this crisis," he replied. "Henry. Get Abe and the kids out of here," she mumbled; placing her gun on her nightstand. In the blink of an eye, she's wrestled him onto the ground; slamming her fists into his cranium as well as receiving a few punches herself. "Go!" she demanded; motioning for me to get the children to safety. As soon as I turned my back on her, she'd ripped his arms behind his back. I'd heard a loud pop. -She dislocated his shoulder. I started to get hard.. "this is most definitely not the time for that," I thought silently to myself. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants, slipped them on, and ran into our kitchen area to grab Abe, Atticus, and Brayleigh who were playing on the cool tile floor. "Adam is in the bedroom. Get yourselves to safety," I spoke; helping Abraham up off the floor. I then ran back into the bedroom, only to see Jo slam her elbow down on Adam's head; slamming it against the wall and rendering him unconscious.
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_Jo's POV_
I peered over at Henry; brushing my hair out of my face as I held Adam's arms behind him. He started mindlessly stroking his arousal, and I peered down at the large tent he was pitching; arching a brow. "Are you going to help me?.. Or jerk off?" I snapped. His eyes widened; realizing what he was doing, and held Adam down as I alerted the French authorities. "Do you pop up like that every time I..?" I started to say. "My apologies.. I always get a tad excited when you go all guns and badges on perpetrators," me muttered; accidentally pressing his erection into Adam's back as he held him down. He stirred awake, and struggled under him. "Your children are immortal! Why will you not let me show you?!" he fought. I pushed Henry out of the way, and grabbed Adam by his shirt collar; pressing him against the wall. "We are tired of your bullsh*t," I fumed; placing a hand on his throat. He choked out insignificant words and clawed at the air. "Leave us.. Alone," I whispered; my lip quivering as I started to cry. Henry stood watch; waiting for the cops. He was completely silent. "F..Fine," he eked out. "You don't mean it," I sneered; tightening my grip. "Jo.. You're going to kill him," Henry stated; trying to get me to loosen my grip. "That was my plan," I cried; digging my nails into Adam's flesh. "Jo.. you're just angry Dear.. Loosen your grip," Henry pleaded. "He more than deserves it," I responded; my arm shaking. "Do you recall.. When you killed Mr. Bentley?.. How upset you were?.. Do you remember what I told you when we went out drinking later?" he replied; grabbing my arm. "That the moment killing someone doesn't bother you.. Is the moment you have a real problem," he continued. I felt hot tears running down my cheeks. "Jo.. We both know you're not a killer.. Now let him go.. and let me hold onto him until the authorities come," he spoke calmly. "He'll just come back," I sobbed; watching the life drain out of him. "Jo," Henry pleaded. "He'll just.. He'll jus.." I whimpered; sinking to the floor. Adam doubled over, and Henry crawled on top of him; holding him down. I bolted for the bathroom, and retched; leaning over the toilet.
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_Henry's POV_
Adam gasped for air; a devilish grin on his face. "Why are you so insistent on killing my children?" I asked; holding his arms behind his back. "I'm not insistent on killing your children, Henry," he began. "I was insistent on getting a reaction such as that one out of your spouse," he smirked. "This is not a game," I seethed; my voice quivering. "You've a lot of learn, Henry," he whispered; taking a blade out of his pocket, and slitting his throat.