Games Of Hearts

43. A girl's scheme

A/N: This is the second last chapter of this story. There will be a last chapter and epilogue after this ‼️

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He frantically searched for his phone, my gaze remained fixed on the floor, a sly, dark smirk spreading across my face. "How are you going to call the police?" I asked, my voice laced with sarcasm.

I lifted my head, my eyes locking onto his, and that's when I saw it - the realization dawned on him, and he froze, his hands hovering over the couch cushions.

"The phone is here!" Chris exclaimed, his voice dripping with triumph, as he held up the device.

Our captor's eyes widened, and he took a step back, his face pale. But then, a sly grin spread across his face, and he walked towards the drawer, his movements deliberate.

He opened it, and his hand disappeared inside. My heart skipped a beat as he pulled out a gun, the metal glinting in the dim light. He pointed it at us, his eyes glinting with a mixture of fear and adrenaline.

But instead of cowering in fear, we stood there, frozen, our eyes locked onto the gun, our faces set in determined expressions. We knew we had to be brave, to show him that we wouldn't back down.

He started shaking, his hands trembling as he pointed the gun at us. "Drop down my devices!" he demanded, his voice cracking with desperation.

But before he could even pull the trigger, I saw my chance. I tackled him to the ground, wrestling the gun from his grasp. It clattered to the floor as we struggled, his legs flailing wildly beneath me.

"Chris, run!!!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls as I pinned our captor down.

Chris didn't hesitate, grabbing the devices and sprinting out of the room like his life depended on it. I held tight, ensuring our captor couldn't give chase.

For a moment, we locked eyes, his filled with a mix of fear and anger. Then, with a surge of adrenaline, I overpowered him, holding him in a tight grip until I was sure Chris was safe.

Somehow, Jamie's ex managed to break free from my grasp and shoved me backward with a surge of adrenaline. I stumbled over the sofa, my back hitting the cushions wildly as I struggled to regain my balance.

"Where do you think you're going?" he sneered, his chest heaving with exertion as he retrieved the gun from the floor.

I sprang to my feet, my fists clenched in defiance. "I'm not scared of shitty people like you," I snarled, launching myself at him.

My first punch connected with a satisfying crunch, landing squarely on his nose. He stumbled backward, his eyes widening in shock.

My second punch followed quickly, hitting him square in the jaw. He crumpled to the ground, shaking with fear as he cowered beneath me.

The gun lay forgotten in his hand, his grip loosening as he struggled to comprehend the sudden turn of events. I stood over him, my chest heaving with exertion, my eyes blazing with a fierce .

I kicked him in the chest with a swift and powerful blow, sending him doubling over in agony. He started coughing violently, his body wracked with spasms as he struggled to catch his breath.

Despite his distress, his hand began to move, shaking and trembling as he reached for the gun. I watched in horror as his fingers closed around it, his eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of fear and desperation.

He pulled the trigger without warning, the sound of the gunshot echoing through the room like a deafening crack. I felt a searing pain as the bullet hit me, my body jerking backward as I stumbled and fell.