Gun Atthaphan: Kidnapper || OffGun

Chapter 18

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Gun

I was ready for this.

I was ready to find out who the biological father of my son was.

I was ready to find out why he abandoned me for all these years.

I was ready for the conclusion, ready to move on, and I was ready to kick his ass.

Krist was waiting outside my house when we parked.

"I set up an interrogation room in Earth's basement because it was darker. I would have used yours, but there wasn't a room. A ball pit? Really, Gun?"

"I'll let you play there later," I promised.

"Oh, I know," he smiled. "The next family dinner is at your house." He advanced toward Earth's house. "Ready to meet your baby's daddy?"

Of course I was.

"No."

Okay, maybe I wasn't.

Off took my hand and gave it a light squeeze.

"At least he's not bad looking," Krist said in an attempt to make me feel better.

It made me smile, but it had the opposite effect on Off.

"Of course, he's not nearly as attractive as Off," he added to amuse him.

The anticipation was killing me.

We followed him inside the house and went down to the basement.

The room was almost completely dark with nothing but a lamp hanging over the table.

They were taking this from the interrogation roll to extremes.

I looked around Earth, the culprit gagged and tied to a chair.

Looking back to me was a face I hadn't seen in seven years.

White was standing behind him, slapping Earth's baton against his hand.

"We caught this bad boy crawling around the outside of your house. He wasn't so rude when I dragged and kicked his ass." He polished his fingers on his shirt. "Just another thing I learned in rehab."

"Mond," I growled. "What the hell? I was good to your creepy ass. How could you do that to me?"

Krist pulled the gag out of his mouth. "He asked you a question."

He shot me a look. "What?" He hissed. "It's not like I hurt you or something. You deserved the worst."

I saw red.

I wanted to hit him too much, but I knew it was just going to hurt my fucking hand.

Sensing my dilemma, Off gently moved me to the side.

"Allow me."

I swear I heard a bone break when he hit him.

"Here, Ladybug," White said, offering me the baton. "Hit him with the stick."

"Do you think getting him pregnant isn't hurting him?" Off shouted, ready to hit him again.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mond replied angrily. "I didn't get him pregnant."

What?

I pulled Off back.

"But, the mask..."

"I used to be obsessed with you. I took it the night you dropped it at that fucking boring dance. You were too busy to notice," he scoffed.

"Why the hell are you giving it back to me so far? You scared me to death!" I took the baton from White and hit his arm.