His Last Choice

Chapter 23

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            Peyton's POV

            "That's right, you little chit! Might as well let you know the mastermind who has you left defenseless!" I rolled my eyes. Can this girl be any dumber? "I'm the one who planned your kidnapping." Well obviously, only an idiot couldn't figure it out now.

            "Why do this? Don't you know this is treason to your pack?" Her face paled, her eyes widened in realization. Did she even think this plan through?  Then she shook her head and her expression changed.

            "N-not if they don't know who did it" She grinned evilly. At this point, I felt ashamed to even be trapped in this by the likes of her.

            "What about Soren?! They left him bleeding out there for dead!" In my gut I knew it would take a lot more to kill a man like him. He wasn't dead, I just knew it. He would find me. Even if he were a handful as a mate, I wouldn't want to live a life without him. Not with all that time I've waited for him.

He will find me.

            "They did what?" She hissed with venom staring at her henchmen.

            One of them spat by the side of his foot and cringed at her face. "We did what we were paid to do. It's your fault for not being specific."

            "If I go back and find out he's hurt, I'm deduction the payment I'm giving you two." Angel bobbed her head as she spoke.  

            The men's face hardened like marble. "Oh, that won't do..." His voice came out rough and unforgiving. Both men took a slow step forward making me flinch with warning; Angel too intimidated by their simple action, moved back a step.

            An awkward half-smile acted on her face. "Bind her eyes and store her in the backroom," stuttering as she ordered them. The taller of the two with a more menacing look smirked and twirled his gun around his thumb.

            "Why of course, m'lady." He teased.

            "Would you like us to brew you a mug of tea as well my Queen?" The other guy joked. Both the huntsmen's demeanor altered to take on a fake compliance; they were definitely not listening to her anymore.

            I would have smirked, if I wasn't kidnapped and tied at their mercy.

            "Stop being dumbasses and do your work right" Angel glared, lifting her chin commandingly. Hoping that her slight authoritative tone would govern them once more, but with no such luck, the men burst out laughing. The poor idiot didn't even understand the trouble she just put herself into.

            "Why are you laughing?" Shouting at them made her face flush red, her fists coiled at her sides and her legs tighten together. Her body looked like a slick rocket about to take off. All she needed to complete the look was a puff of smoke and a pointed hat.

            I remained quiet as a mouse afraid of joining into her little mess.

            "Shut up tramp!"

            Angel gasped, "N-no you shut your trap HUMAN!" She grabbed the nearest item on the floor—a broken piece if concrete—and threw it at the man who spoke.