Dangerous [Bradley Simpson] Sequel to On the Floor (novella)

Chapter Eighteen - Law and Order

"Guys," Brad stopped them in the middle of a conversation. "Where's Charlotte?"

"What do you mean?" James stood up.

"She's not here," Brad said.

"Did you check the bathroom?" Tristan asked.

"She's not fucking here!" Brad exclaimed.

"Fuck," James muttered under his breath, grabbing his coat. "We've got to find her."

Brad and the others quickly threw their coats on and followed James. Brad stayed close behind, his mind clouded with thoughts of where she could be. Fuck, he knew where she was going, and it was the last place he ever wanted her to be again. Allison had murdered people, albeit he never knew before, but now she was the scariest person in the world to him, and the love of his life was hunting her down. It was a death sentence. He'd lose her again, and this time it would be forever.

"How are we going to find her?" Connor asked. "She could be anywhere."

"We'll go to Trevor's," James answered. "He can track her phone, and then maybe he can stop her from whatever stunt she's trying to pull."

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My footsteps echoed against the concrete walls of the parking garage as I made my way to the center. I kept my gaze forward and my demeanor calm, even though my bones felt like they would shake my skin clean off. I stuffed my hands in my pockets, letting my right hand grasp the handle of the gun.

"There she is," I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around quickly to see Allison approaching me, her heels clicking against the hard ground. "You're late."

I remained silent, allowing her to come face to face with me.

"Where are your friends?" She sneered. "I was so hoping my fiancé would accompany you."

"Don't you fucking dare," I muttered.

She chuckled. "Or what?"

I held tighter onto the gun I hid from her.

"I think we should play a game," she said, sitting on the hood of a car.

"I'm not interested in your games," I replied. "It's time to end this."

She hopped up with a grin on her face. "Well, why didn't you say so? I just thought you'd like to have a little chat before you died."

The adrenaline kept pumping throughout my entire body, but my mind was so tired. So sick of the endless torture, night and day. I could kill her. Right here, and right now. End it all. Forever. But that would mean jail time. I wanted to kill her. My hand was clutching the gun so tightly begging me to point it between her eyes.

"Do it then," I spat, daring to entertain her. Worst case scenario, she would end my suffering, and the police would find her soon now that everyone knew who she was. I wasn't afraid of her.

Her grin didn't falter for one second. "You're that fucked up in the head, huh?" She began taking slow strides toward me. "Look at you!"

Her laugh bounced off the concrete walls. My blood was surging now, my entire body buzzing. I pulled the gun away from its hiding place and pointed it directly at her head. She laughed even harder.

"Allison," I said, without a hint of hesitation in my throat. "You murdered seventeen people, including your own grandfather, to spite me."

She shrugged, "Look at how miserable I've made you though."