Her Billionaire. His Angel

Chapter 36

Natalia's POV
"You goddamn bastard! You think you can take her and not pay the consequences?!" Jackson yelled as he continued to punch him in the face.

It warmed my heart and made me feel all giddy inside hearing him like this over me. It's not only hot as hell but also cute. I just love him so—

Stop it Nat! Keep going! Snap out of it!

Crawling and crawling through the grass was taking more of a toll on my bruised self. I need to get to them before Jackson kills him.

Punch.

"Where?!"

Punch.

"Is?!"

Punch.

"She?!"

I wanted to shout Jackson's name to tell him that I was alive and ok but I knew I'd make this more dangerous than before. "You can... kiss my ass, Walker. She's mine... asshole." Adam's voice was slowly fading out of existence but that wasn't stopping him from almost reaching the knife beside his body.

He was getting closer and closer which had me clench my teeth in anticipation, crawling a little faster while being careful at the same time was getting harder and harder.

Sweat trickling down my face along with the excruciating pain going throughout my body was enough to make someone give up. But was it going to make me give up?

Hell no it wasn't.

As I got closer and closer to Jackson's backside, I snatched the knife from Adam's bloody fingertips in a very swift motion. Jackson had snapped his gaze towards me and away from Adam's almost passed out body. Shock covered his face.

By now the gunshots had stopped fully and all that remained was the shouting of men and the faint sound of police and ambulance sirens.

We stared at each other with soft smiles on our faces, but that was soon over.

"...game over," A whisper said. Before we could react, Adam reached into his suit jacket, pulled out a gun, and shot Jackson carelessly.

I screamed loudly as I watched Jackson's face cringe up. He fell to the ground beside Adam, his hand covering up the wound on the very right side of his stomach. Adam dropped the gun and chuckled darkly.

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.

I could no longer hear my own screams, tears were falling down my cheeks...

Pulling the grass in frustration with my head buried down...

My heartbeat thudding in my ears...

There was anger... so much anger built up inside me, and it was slowly breaking and eating me up. My blurry vision looked up and into Adam's gaze.
He was clearly speaking to me, but all I saw was the up and down movement of his mouth.

Adam had the nerve to hold out his bloody hand to me as if I was going to climb into his arms and congratulate him for shooting Jack. At that moment, I felt that I was losing control.

"What have you done?!" I shouted ferociously, snatching the gun instead of the knife.

"I said not to hurt him!" The gun in my hand was held firmly as I pointed it at him. My knuckles were turning as white as paste.

Adam chuckled once again, "Do it, Nat," He responded, lying very still and smiling up at the dark sky.

I stared at Adam angrily wanting him to just suffer for the rest of his stupid life.