Pt.18

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Authors note: omg! The way he loves her...
This chapter melted my heart.

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Avery
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I've been watching the same movie for the past few days now.

I've also been trying to wrap my head around why Dalton even done this.

Why i don't hate him.

And why he chose me.

When the door budges, i look to hope for a familiar, somewhat comforting 6ft blonde boy.

But I'm met with another.

Mason Royal.

He walks the bunker, carrying a knife and my eyes dart toward it.

Whats he doing with a knife?

I decide not to say anything, i just watch him and what he's doing.

He turns off the tv.

The movie is gone, my entertainment is lost.

I frown to myself, then decide to look up at Mason instead.

"Daltons orders" he says.

"What do you mean?" I ask him.

He walks toward me.

He points the knife.

I fidget around my chair.

I shout.

I scream.

I cry.

"No, please. He wouldn't" i tell him.

Mason leans into me, he smirks then grabs out his phone.

He plays a voice note, the voice is strong but soft at the same time.

Its Daltons voice.

The voice note stated this - "i don't care what you do, just get rid of her. I'll pay you double if you do it with no trouble, i just don't want her." Dalton says.

Tears fall from my eyes.

He got bored of me.

Mason puts his phone away, he then trails the knife over my thigh.

I look away from him, i feel the sharp edge of the knife stab through my skin.

Not on my thigh...

The knife is implied through my stomach.

I sit there, shocked... stunned.

Speechless.

It doesn't hurt, i cant even feel the knife, but i know its there and i know that I'm bleeding.

He leaves the knife inside me, and walks away back out of the bunker.

Tears fill my eyes.

I try to fidget around but the knife stays put.

"Help" i manage to scream but theres no answer.

"Dalton" i shout his name.

My vision goes blurry, my eyes close...

All i see is black.

—-
Dalton
—-

We are currently in my office again.

Me and Lukas talking about the next bank heist we are going on.

Mason Royal, the bastard he is, walks through the door.

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