Ex-Husband's Regret

Royally fvcked “You can’t be senous Emma asks as shell shocked as I was

I felt my heart beating wildly Panic fisted my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. If I had thought that Ronny or Reaper, whatever the fuck he goes by, kidnapping us was bad, I was wrong because what he planned was way worse.

“Oh, I am. You father should never have messed with me neither should Rowan. It’s time to get my revenge” Ronny smirks evilly sending chills down my back.

He had called Rowan right in front of us and told him to choose. I still can’t believe that his plan was that only one of us would walk out of here alive.

I felt like everything was crushing in on me. Fear was wreaking havoc inside me and I couldn’t think clearly. I was sure that my face was swollen from that bastard hitting me and my lip had split. I chose to focus on that pain instead of the impending doom.

“Don’t you have anything to say, Ava?” Ronny asks with the same cold smile.

I avert my eyes. I couldn’t form a thought let alone say anything. This was the fifth time I was facing death. With how unhinged Ronny seemed, I was afraid that I wouldn’t come out of this alive.

I internally shake myself. Shoving those horrible thoughts away. I couldn’t think like that. I had Noah and a baby to think about. For their sake I was going to fight to stay alive. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“Maybe you’re afraid that Rowan will choose your sister” he taunts. “Is that what has you so

worried?”

“She’s not my sister!” I snap, getting my fire back.

He chuckles with no humor in the sound of his voice.

“No matter. This is going to be a fun game. I want to see your ex–husband break because either who he chooses he’s going to get the other dead and that will be on him. The guilt will be his undoing” with those parting words, he walks away. Closing the door behind him.

“What are we going to do?” Emma whispers but I don’t answer her.

Ronny was right. I was afraid because I knew that I wasn’t the one Rowan would choose. Emma

has always been important to him and I doubt that has changed.

He would go to hell and back for her, so I knew I didn’t stand a chance of him choosing me over

Emma

I had to get out. To escape 1 knew that my parents would do anything to find me, but I was afraid that they would be too late Rowan’s heart and mind has always been dominantly on Emma. If I stayed here I wouldn’t stand a chance.

With those thoughts in my head, I start struggling to get out. I couldn’t push myself backward to break the chair. First of all, it would hurt and second, it would probably put my baby in danger The only option left was to try to get myself free from the ropes.

I first survey the room. Good. There were no cameras. Of course they wouldn’t be because these men probably thought we can’t escape. This was going to make things easier.

The more I twisted my arms, the more the rope cut into my wrists. I curse in pain, but I don’t stop.

Time was ticking.

“What the hell are you doing?” Emma asks looking at me puzzled.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I ask her sarcastically. “I’m trying to get free.”

“But why? Rowan will come for us” she states firmly as if she actually believes what she’s saying.

I look at her like she’s dumb and at this moment I actually feel like she is.

“Maybe the drugs you inhaled affected your brain cells but we both know that if push comes to shove, Rowan is going to choose you. I have a son and another baby on the way. I’m not going to wait twiddling my thumbs while Rowan plays god all because father was stupid enough not to do a background check before signing a contract with the Reaper!”

She looks at me in shock. Unable to believe what I just said. I know that it was rude speaking ill of the dead, but I am frustrated. I’m in danger and so is my unborn child. If only father had them investigated before signing a contract with them then I wouldn’t be in this damn mess.

“I can’t believe you just said that about daddy!”

“Lucky for me because I don’t really give a fuck what you think” I snap.

Can’t she just keep quiet and let me concentrate? With each moment that passes that I am not

free, my anxiety rises even more.

She glares at me, but keeps quiet. I heave a breath of relief. Now I can focus on getting my hands

I don’t know how long it was when I gave up My hands were shaking My wrist were burning and I could tell that they were bleeding. It’s like the more I tried to free them, the deeper the rope dug

into my ski“.

I let out a heavy breath. I hate to do this, but I had no other option. At this point it was either that or risk being the one that got killed.

“I have a plan that might work” I turn to Emma and tell her grudgingly. It felt like a blow to my ego, but considering what’s at risk, my pride can go to hell.

“Now your need my help? Didn’t you just tell me that I should shut the fuck up and that you didn’t really care what I think?” she asks smugly. O

The need to lash out at her is great, but I hold back. I’m not stupid enough to antagonize her when I clearly need her help.

“Are you going to help or not?” I ask instead, not willing to admit that I might have gone a little

overboard.

She stays quiet and just stares at me. Blue eyes clash with brown. She’s assessing the situation. Assessing whether it’s wise to assist her mortal enemy. I almost take back my request when she

finally speaks.

“What do you need me to do?”

I sag in relief. Maybe there was hope for us after all.

“I can’t untie myself, but maybe you can.” I begin. “If we can turn our chairs so that our backs are facing each other and we get close enough, maybe we can untie each other”

I hope to God it works because I have run out of ideas.

“Fine” she says before she starts twisting her chair.

I had thought of just hoping up and down on it, but Emma’s approach was better. It produced

minimal noise so I was sure even if there was someone outside, they wouldn’t really hear us.

It takes a couple of tries and we almost fall over a few times, but we finally manage to get in the

right position.

“Please hurry up” I plead as I do my best to untie her too.

Some time had passed and with each second, I was afraid that Ronny would walk in at any time and declare that Rowan had chosen Emma so I would have to be killed.

We finally get the ropes untied. My body relaxes but not completely. I won’t be able to relax all the way urt. I am out of this place.

Hurrying up, I untie my legs. When I stand up, I almost fall over. The ropes had cut off blood supply so my legs were a bit numb.

“What do we do next?” comes Emma’s question tinted with a bit of nervousness.

I didn’t really have a plan. So I was just going to make it as we go.

“Now we escape”

I start to walk towards the door when I realize that she wasn’t following me.

“Are you coming?” I ask without turning my whole body towards her.

“I’m not sure. What if Rowan comes and doesn’t find us? What then?”

Just because we helped each other get untied, doesn’t mean we are friends or anything. She has to stop relying on others to save her.

“Look, what do you think will happen when they find out I’ve escaped? They’ll take the option from Rowan and just kill you instead. You can stay and risk it or we can go together, either way I’m leaving” with that I turn and resume my walk towards the door.

Slowly opening it, I peep out just to make sure there weren’t any guards. There weren’t. I open the door further to step out just as I feel Emma behind me.

I get out and survey the place. We were in a junk yard. I smile at our luck. This meant there were a

lot of places to hide from Reaper and his men.

“We have to find the exit. From there, I believe things will be easy” I tell Emma as we start moving.

She nods her head in agreement and walks beside me. We’re careful as we look for an out. Keeping

ourselves hidden and making sure we don’t walk in the open.

“Where the hell is the exit?” Emma was exasperated. It was easy to tell.

We’ve been walking for a few minutes. Even though we haven’t come across any goons, we also

haven’t come close to finding the exit.

“Maybe we should rest a little” I was beginning to get tired. My face was hurting, so were my

hands and feet

That thought is immediately shot to the ground when we here a blaring alarm. Its sound ringing loudly ross the yard.

My heart starts pounding. Fuck. This was bad. I’m fucking sure that they’ve realized we have escaped

“Go, go, go” I insist as I pull Emma forward. She had a look of total fear. Like she had just seen her life flash before her eyes.

We rush forward blindly. We didn’t know where we were going. All we knew is that we couldn’t get caught no matter what.

I kept looking behind me. Making sure that Emma wasn’t out of sight. That was a big fucking

mistake.

Colliding with a body, I stumble, but catch myself before I can fall. Terror squeezes my heart as I stare at the man that hit me earlier.

Shit! We were royally fucked.

“Did you honestly think it would be that fucking easy to escape?” he asks, taking out a gun and

pointing it at me.

I feel Emma gasp in fear. She was shaking and I could feel her trembling.

“Yes” I tell him with a fake bravado.

He walks slowly towards me. His gun’still pointed at me.

“I don’t like you smart mouth or your sass. Maybe I should just kill you and save your ex–husband

from having to choose”

I make a split decision. He was close enough and it could work. Using the defense techniques I was taught in defense class, I quickly knee him in the balls.

He falls down groaning and cussing. Without really thinking I take the gun he had dropped,

remove the safety lock and fire.

“That’s for hitting me” I shoot his right thigh. “And that is for how much it fucking hurt” I then

shoot his other thigh.

He hollers in pain His deep voice travelling through the space. I have never shot anyone, though 1 did practice with Ethan a few times. Seeing the bastard bleed was oddly satisfying.

“It came from over there”

My satisfaction doesn’t last long when I hear the voice. Still with the gun in hand, I motion for a shaken Emma to move. We weren’t even that far away when they came across the shot goon.

“Fucking get them!” he shouts, his voice tinged with pain.

All hell breaks loose as they start to fire. I pull Emma behind a beat up car as bullets fly in all direction Fuck. This was bad. This was worse than bad, it was fucking terrible.

“Fuck it Ava. I shouldn’t have listened to you.” She starts ranting, but I know it’s to cover her fear.” I swear Ava. If you get me killed, I’ll hunt your sorry ass”

I ignore her and focus. After a few minutes, the shooting stops. My breathing turns to as normal as it can get. Standing up, I pull Emma up.

“Let’s go before the find us”

I had only taken a couple of steps when I felt a presence near us.

“Ava!” the scream drives fear inside me.

I’m shoved to the side and fall just as a single shot rings through the entire yard.