Avenging Love

Chapter Thirty-four

Jennifer's POV:

I was abruptly awakened by the relentless ringing of bells, their sharp sound cutting through the silence.

Someone was knocking on the door with urgency. Groggily, I struggled to pry my heavy eyelids open and glanced at the clock, it was 10 PM. I couldn't sleep last night, my head was bursting with pain, so I ended up sleeping in the evening instead.

My mind was still foggy from sleep as I lay there, trying to gather my thoughts. Then, I heard the sound of the door opening, followed by the familiar, soft voice of Daisy. She must have answered it.

I picked up my phone from the bedside table, my hand trembling slightly as I saw the screen light up with over 100 missed calls, all from him, "Devil." The sight of this name made my heart sink.

I had put my phone on silent after our last meeting because he was relentlessly calling, each ring was a reminder of the toxic hold he had on me.

He was trying to reach out, desperate to reconnect, but I had made my decision. I refused to answer, knowing that every word exchanged would only pull me back into the darkness I was trying really hard to escape, so tired of his games. I don't want to contact him anymore, I have to find the strength to live without him, to carve out a life where his shadow no longer looms over me.

I sighed deeply, turned the screen off, and tossed the phone onto the bed before getting up. I walked straight out of the room to see who was there.

I heard a muffled sound. When I looked toward the source of the noise, the scene before me was dreadful.

A man was standing behind Daisy, his arm wrapped tightly around her torso, and his hand clamped firmly over her mouth.

Daisy's eyes were wide with fear, her face pale, and sweat was streaming down her forehead.

She struggled against him, her body tense with panic, but the man's grip was unyielding.

I rushed towards her, my heart pounding with fear and anger.

"Hey, leave her! What are you doing?" I screamed, grabbing a pot from the table as I ran toward the man, ready to hit him. But before I could reach him, another man appeared from behind and grabbed me tightly.

"Austin, be careful, Boss gave special instructions that girls should not be harmed, not even a scratch," said the man who was holding Daisy.

Both men were masked and dressed in hoodies, their faces hidden.

"Who's your boss?" I demanded, but they didn't answer. Instead, they began dragging us towards the door. I managed to free one of my hands from Austin's grip and swung my elbow back, landing a hard hit to his stomach.

"Ahhhh!" he screamed. The other man, turned around.

"What happened, Austin?"

"Nothing, Andrew. She's just a pain in the ass. Keep going," Austin replied, regaining his hold on me. Despite his hold, I continued to struggle, trying to break free from his unyielding grasp.

They grabbed us tightly, their rough hands digging into our arms, and in one swift motion, dragged us to their black van, parked in the shadows.

The van door slid open with a creak, and they hurriedly shoved us inside, making sure no one nearby could see. The smell of stale air and old leather hit me as I stumbled into the backseat, my heart pounding in my chest. They both slid into the front seats, exchanging quick glances before starting the engine.

"Oh God, she's so hard to handle," Austin muttered under his breath, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His voice was tense, as if he were struggling to keep control.

I felt a surge of anger and fear rise within me.

"Just shut up and tell us where you're taking us!" I screamed.

Austin took out the gun, turning his head sharply towards us. He pointed the barrel directly at me, his eyes cold and unyielding.

"One more word, and the bullet will be in your head, I've had enough of you." he threatened, his voice dripping with frustration.

"Bastard," I whispered under my breath.

"Jenny, I'm so afraid," Daisy said, barely audible.

I tried to sound calm, though my heart was racing.

"Stay calm, they can't hurt us. Their boss made it clear we're off-limits."

"What if their boss wants to kill us himself, with his bare hands?"

My eyes widened in shock as I met Daisy's gaze.

"Why hadn't I thought of that? You just scared the hell out of me."

Daisy pouted, she leaned in and wrapped her arm around me in a side hug, her head resting on my shoulder.

"We're going to die soon, let's meet in heaven."

The van jolted over a bump, causing a sudden jerk that shattered our emotional moment, before finally coming to a stop in front of the lavish café.

"These bastards are going to treat us to coffee," Daisy chuckled sarcastically, her eyes scanning the exterior of the café.

"Seriously? At a time like this, all you can do is joke around?"

Andrew, his face set in a grim line, barked,

"Get out."

Daisy and I exchanged bewildered glances, our confusion evident. Andrew's patience seemed to wear thin.

"Get out before I have to pull my gun," he warned, his voice low and menacing, his teeth clenched in a threatening snarl.

We both stepped out of the van, which disappeared into the distance almost immediately.

In a flash, another man approached us, his eyes flicking over us with a critical gaze. He was dressed in a sharp suit, his demeanor cold and professional.

He pulled out his phone and scrutinized us for a moment before dialing a number. As he spoke into the phone, his tone was stern.

"Boss, those idiots brought two girls, I gave them clear instructions and even showed them a picture, but they still managed to screw it up."

Daisy and I exchanged alarmed glances. The man continued,

"Both of them?" He asked. After a brief pause, he said, "Okay," and abruptly ended the call, his expression unreadable as he slipped the phone back into his pocket.

"Let's go, and don't you dare make any mistake, you can't afford to mess this up. One slip and it'll cost you dearly."

We both followed him through the café's main entrance, navigating a narrow, dimly lit hallway that smelled faintly of coffee and pastries. The man led us to a lift tucked away in a corner, its steel doors glinting under the overhead lights.

As the lift ascended smoothly and came to a gentle halt, the doors slid open, revealing the rooftop of the café. The man stepped out with an air of urgency, he motioned for us to follow, his hand gesturing towards the rooftop.

We stepped out of the lift, our footsteps echoing slightly on the hard surface as we followed him.

"Wait here."

He turned and swiftly walked away, his figure quickly merging with the shadows as he disappeared from sight.

Until then....