His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

39 Run!

"Stop, don't run!" The man roared and shot me in the back. The bullet brushed past my ear and into the bark of a tree in front of me. The smell of gunpowder came from the hole through which it had been shot.

I ran as fast as I could into the dense ferns, and the darkness engulfed my body. I was surrounded by weeds as tall as an adult's knee. Under the cover of the weeds, I curled up and moved forward. I was hoping to hide behind a tree, but the moonlight suddenly became so dim that my vision was blurry. The smell of grass filled my nostrils, and I could only feel my way to the right.

Another shot passed over my head, and then I saw a searchlight ahead, and the sound of the pursuers came closer. If I keep moving, they'll know.

I lay motionless on the ground, one ear on the ground, the other ear listening carefully to the approaching footsteps. It should be the same two men. They didn't speak on purpose, only the faint sound of grass under their feet.

The pistol was in my hand. I didn't know how many bullets were left. I had to be sure before I could fire. The footsteps came closer and closer, and I could hear them whispering to each other.

"Be careful, she might be nearby!" Said a man in a hoarse voice. "We'll kill her as soon as she shows up!"

Another man giggled, whistled, then turned to the air and said, "Come out, beauty. We don't have time to play games with you. As long as you behave, I promise you'll live!"

F.uck it, b.ullshit, I thought.

I could feel the footsteps coming closer and closer. I took a deep breath and turned around as fast as I could. The man's pimply face came into view, and a pistol shot went through his forehead.

There was little pause between the second and first shots, and then I heard another man groan. Both men were shot. I got up quickly and shot him again before he could pull the trigger.

Then the moon became bright again, and I saw blood on the man's shoulders and legs. His eyes were wide open and he had a gun in his hand.

"Drop the gun! Put your hands up!" Shouts came from all around, and it was only then that I saw three men lurking nearby, their guns pointed at me.

I tried to pull the trigger. The gun was empty. That's when I realized I was completely screwed.

I put my guns on the ground, then raised my hands and waited for death to come.

My poor baby, please forgive me for not avenging you!

Angela, the name popped into my head, my unborn baby.

"Kill her right here!" said the masked man in the middle, raising his pistol.

Suddenly, there was the roar of a plane above my head. I looked up and saw two helicopters circling under the Moon. The white light from the helicopter was extremely blinding. The three men in front of them were stunned. They looked at each other and wondered who was flying the helicopter.

The sound of machine guns could be heard from above. Before the three men could regain their senses, they had already been shot through. The smoke of gunpowder filled the entire forest. Even the sleeping birds were woken up and flew away from the trees.

A ladder from one of the helicopters landed in front of me. I watched a tall figure hang from the ladder and jump in front of me.

"Frade!" I screamed.

Frade first glanced at the bodies on the floor, then, after confirming that the killers were dead, came to hug me.

"God bless me, I've found you!" He said with a submachine gun on his shoulder. He held my face in his hands and stared at me.

"I thought I was going to die!" I cried to him.

"No, you won't!" Said Frade. "Wherever you are, I'll find you! I'll get you out of here!"

As the helicopter descended, Frade told me to climb up the ladder, and he followed me. A man in a black jacket was standing by the door of the helicopter. He took my hand and led me into the cabin.

Frade put my seat belt on. He took off his coat and threw it over me, and I leaned into his arms. At that moment my heart finally calmed down, as if a frightening dream had finally ended.

The helicopter took me back to Frade's villa. I took a hot bath, and the rancid, damp smell of the dungeons lingered in my nostrils. It's not over yet.

I sat on the couch in my bathrobe and Frade handed me a scotch on the rocks and I took a sip.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

"I couldn't reach you, so I checked the GPS on your phone, and it showed me where your home was," Frade said, "But I couldn't find you in your house, so I had your husband followed, and my gut told me something must have happened to you. Eva, I was going crazy!"

When I told Frade what had happened, his green eyes were as cold as ice.

"Son of a b.itch Ron, I'm gonna kill him!"

"No!" I said, "He will die in my hands!"

"Eva, I have to arrange for a doctor to examine you first," Frade said, "Don't show your face now. The news of the war has been released abroad. Soon, Ron's natural gas company will be taken back. The show has just begun!"

"Frade, this is my business!" This mistake almost killed me, but I won't do it again. Never!

"Listen, I'm going to kidnap Ron for you," Frade interrupted, "I can't let you take any more chances!"

"All right!" I gave in temporarily. There was no point in quarrelling.

"Get some sleep tonight. Trust me, in a few days I'll have Ron on his knees in front of you," Frade said with a murderous look in his eyes.

At night, I had a dream. I dreamed of the white butterfly again, and this time my baby was gone. She didn't sleep on the butterfly's back as usual. White butterflies are dancing in the flames, crying.

"Angela!"

I woke up and Frade wasn't there. The morning light shone on the windowsill. The darkness receded and the light shone on the earth again.

There are still a few names on my death list, and it's not over!