My Girlfriend Is A Serial Killer [G!P] [COMPLETED]

Chapter 47

Freen cradled her face in her cold hands, letting out a long, shuddering sigh as her mind raced to find a way out of this new mess. The pressure pressing down on her was suffocating. She could feel the weight of the situation closing in, and for a moment, all she wanted was to escape it.

This was hell.

The sound of footsteps approaching snapped Freen's head up, her eyes widening in panic. She barely had time to react before the cold steel of a gun barrel was pressed firmly against the back of her head, the chill sinking deep into her skin.

"Don't do anything stupid," a low, controlled voice ordered.

Freen's breath caught in her throat. "William?" she called out, confusion lacing her voice as she tried to make sense of the situation.

"I'm here because Becky told me to. Turn around slowly."

She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest, before she did as he instructed, her movements stiff with uncertainty. As she faced him, the tension was palpable—something dangerous simmered between them.

"Give me the gun," William demanded, his voice sharp and insistent, his hands outstretched toward her.

Freen furrowed her brow, still trying to process what was happening. Her mind was a mess, tangled in confusion and guilt. "Give me the gun, Freen!" His voice had a fierceness to it now, a force that made her chest tighten. And with a reluctant sigh, she yielded, her fingers trembling slightly as she handed it over.

"You talked to Becky?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a trace of hurt creeping through the words.

"I did." His response was short, almost harsh, and it left an uncomfortable silence hanging between them.

Freen paused, her eyes searching his, looking for some kind of understanding. "What did she say?" she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze darkening with frustration. "She told me how you lied to her. That it was you she was chasing. Why are you here, Freen? What have you done?"

Freen's heart tightened at the accusation. She let out a long, ragged exhale, her chest heavy with the weight of the truth. Her gaze shifted downward as she gathered her thoughts, the shame seeping through her. "I never thought it would go this far. All I wanted was to protect Becky." Her voice cracked slightly, a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability in the words.

William's eyes softened, but only slightly. His voice remained firm, demanding the truth. "Tell me what happened."

She sighed again, the words coming slowly, as if each one weighed a ton. "Yesterday, after I talked to Saint about the DNA evidence, I was on my way back home. That's when I saw Jane. We exchanged some words. None of them pleasant." Her voice took on a bitter edge as she recalled the encounter.

Her eyes met William's, and she continued, her gaze hardening with a touch of regret. "Earlier in the office, we talked about Jane. How we have a mole in the department, someone leaking information to her. My instincts told me to follow her. And I did. I just wanted to catch the traitor," she explained, her voice quieter now, almost defeated. She leaned back against the wall, letting the weight of her words settle in the air.

"Did you?" William's voice cut through the tension, his tone skeptical, yet hopeful for something different.

She quickly shook her head, her hands raised in surrender. "I followed her into a deserted alley. Kept a safe distance, so I wouldn't get caught. I couldn't see their face, but I heard voices... but not enough to identify who they were. So, I thought I should follow the retreating figure, find out who they were. And that's when I heard something—something that changed everything."