𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

WARNING: Smut scene half way through the chapter.

Closing time had finally arrived at the Nelson, Murdock, and Page law firm, but for Carrie, the events of the day were far from over. Her mind was still reeling, struggling to make sense of the whirlwind that had unfolded before her eyes. It all began with the unsettling messages from her persistent stalker, infiltrating the sanctity of her workplace. As if that wasn't enough, her grandmother made an unexpected appearance, accompanied by Robbie and Rachel, who possessed extraordinary abilities as the Ghost Rider and the Angel Rider.

But the surprises didn't end there. Carrie's world was further shattered when she discovered that dark sorcerers were actively seeking her out, their sinister intentions intertwined with the despicable web of human trafficking. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

As the day drew to a close, Carrie found solace in the presence of Matt, who had chosen to stay behind while Foggy and Karen were getting ready to leave. His heightened senses allowed him to perceive the turmoil brewing within her, sensing that something was amiss. After Foggy and Karen bid their farewells and departed, Matt approached her, his brows furrowed with worry.

"Is everything alright?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Carrie looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and gratitude. She knew she couldn't face this alone. "I don't know, Matt," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm glad you're here with me."

Matt reached out and gently took her hand, offering her a reassuring squeeze. "We'll figure this out together, Carrie. You're not alone in this," he said, his voice steady and comforting.

Just then, her phone buzzed.

Carrie's heart raced as she glanced at her phone, hands trembling. With a deep breath, she picked it up, eyes widening at the message that appeared.

"Nelson and Karen are gone. Why are you and Murdock still here?"

A chill ran down Carrie's spine as she realized the message was from her stalker. Panic set in, and she felt a surge of nausea. Sensing her distress, Matt inquired, "Who's that from?"

Trembling, Carrie read the message aloud, fear gripping her. "I...I don't know..."

"Carrie..." Matt's voice was filled with concern as he gently squeezed her hand. "When did you receive these messages? How long has it been?"

Carrie lowered her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... a couple of days ago."

Matt's brows furrowed in concern as he processed the information. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Carrie hesitated, her eyes filled with guilt. "I didn't want to worry you, Matt. And with everything that's going on with-."

The door slowly opened. Matt and Carrie stared at each other.

"They did know it's closing time, right?" Carrie whispered. "Unless it's Foggy and Karen-."

A sudden wolf whistle caught her attention. It wasn't the familiar sound of Foggy or Karen, leaving her feeling uneasy.

"It's not them," Matt whispered back.

"Hello, Carrie," a male voice greeted her. "It's good to see you again."

The voice was unmistakable, causing her to close the drawer and turn around. There he was, leaning against the doorframe, wearing a red hoodie. Matt, sensing the danger, stood up and positioned himself between Carrie and the intruder, ready to protect her at all costs. The man pulled down his hood, revealing his face.