Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

“Let go of me, Alan!”

I struggled with all my might, but Alan kept his grip on my arm. He wouldn’t listen to me and now forced me to follow him. Limping, I dragged my feet to get into the car.

“I don’t want to, Alan! Let go of me!”

I held the car door with my hand. Although Alan tried to open the door, I held the door.

Outside, Laird was still trying to crush open the door. It seemed that the door lock was no ordinary key. I bought my time as much as I could, waiting for Laird to come rescue me.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“Fenella! Don’t test me! Get in the car right now.”

Alan threatened with the gun pointed at my forehead. I then pushed Alan with all my might, and he was furious. His free hand suddenly gripped my neck tightly.

“Alan!”

I tried my best to scream, but the man tightened his grip on my neck. He growled in front of my face.

“Don’t play games, Fenella. Please get in the car and drive. Or should I kill you now?”

My face scrunched up, and I tried to catch my breath. My throat was sore, my chest was tight, and I was starting to lose my coordination. Alan means business.

“Why are you doing this, Fenella? Why are you cooperating with the FBI and Laird?” asked Alan in a low whisper.

Tears ran down his cheeks, and his warm breath brushed my face. He slowly released his chokehold and instead grabbed my hair.

“Please, Alan. Let go of me.”

“Didn’t you say you were going to marry me? Are you lying?”

“I told you, Alan. I love Laird. I can only love Laird for so long.”

“No. You are mine, Fenella.”

Alan then kissed my lips. He sucked my lips hard, and his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I clenched my lips tightly and dodged, but Alan’s two hands held my head tightly.

I struggled, but he then choked my neck again. I coughed, opening my mouth to catch my breath. That’s when he kissed my lips again. His tongue forced its way in to reach my tongue.

That’s when I bit down hard on his tongue. He moaned in pain and hurriedly backed away. His hand swung out, and with the bottom of the gun, he hit my cheek hard.

“Oh, Fenella.” Alan seemed to realize what he had done. “I’m sorry, dear. It’s your fault.

Why did you hurt me?”

After saying that, Alan held his bleeding tongue. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and then spat the blood onto the floor.

I coughed and coughed. My jaw hurt, my legs throbbed with pain, and now even my head felt dizzy. I tried to hold on, waiting for Laird to come.

What was taking him so long?

As I lay helplessly on the floor, Alan pulled me up again. He grabbed me by the waist and forced me into the car.

“Alan! Let go of Fenella! You bastard!”

I could still hear Laird’s voice echoing from behind the door. Bang after bang rattled the door, but it seemed Laird hadn’t made it into the tightly locked room.

“Get lost, Laird! Fenella and I are getting married! We’ll live happily ever after!”

Alan fired at the door. The explosion made me wince, and my hands reflexively covered my head.

“Get out, you coward!”

Laird shouted loudly, but Alan just laughed. Alan then opened the driver’s side car door. He pushed me in roughly without caring about my head hitting the side of the hood.

“Argh! Alan! You hurt me!” I groaned, but Alan didn’t care.

“Listen, Fenella. If you don’t comply, I’ll kill Laird. This gun still has bullets in it. So obey me.” Alan still had the gun pointed at my forehead.

“Stay there or I’ll shoot. I’m not messing around. Do you understand?”

Alan stared at me wide-eyed, and I felt I could no longer resist. My body was now shaking uncontrollably as tears continued to stream down my cheeks, blurring my vision. Then Alan walked around the car. He again opened one of the drawers and rummaged through the contents.

He pulled out a small black remote. “Here it is!”

Then Alan walked to the passenger door beside me. Just before he opened the car door, an object suddenly flew and hit him in the head. Alan groaned in pain as he held his head. His body bent over in pain.

I then saw Laird jump up and kick Alan. Finally!

Laird grabbed Alan by the collar of his shirt and hit him on the cheek. The gun Alan was holding fell to the floor.

Alan was not to be outdone. He punched Laird in the stomach. They struggled against the side of the car. Laird slammed Alan against the car until the car shook. Again and again, they slammed each other’s bodies into the side of the car.

I could only scream in alarm when I saw Laird hitting Alan. But things turned around again. Alan lunged Laird into the wall. He slammed Laird’s body into the wall with all his weight. Laird groaned as his stomach was crushed.

Then Laird kicked Alan again. But Alan would not budge. He kept returning Laird’s blows as he repeatedly tried to grab the gun lying on the floor.

Laird did not let Alan off easy. He grabbed Alan by the collar and waist, then he slammed him against the hood of the car. I flinched backward in the driver’s seat as Laird slammed Alan down.

They wrestled on the hood, and Alan elbowed Laird in the neck.

“Laird!”

I howled as Laird groaned in pain while spitting up blood. Alan, who looked victorious, pinned Laird against the windshield. Alan’s arm then choked Laird’s neck. Laird and I met eyes. His face was contorted, and both arms were trying to break free from Alan’s stranglehold.

At one point, Laird finally swung their bodies and managed to free himself from Alan’s arm lock. The tide turned again, but Alan elbowed Laird once more in the stomach. He was like an uncontrollable beast and pushed Laird into a shelf on the side of the garage wall.

Laird groaned in pain, with blood slowly oozing down his temple.

He tried to get up, but his weakened legs slid him back down to the floor. Alan, breathing heavily, hurriedly picked up the gun on the floor.

Blood was also pouring down Alan’s cheeks and the corners of his eyes. But he was now above the clouds. His hand pointed the gun at Laird’s head.

“Goodbye, Laird.”

My eyes widened in horror. I couldn’t let Alan win! I shifted painstakingly into the passenger seat. Then I opened the car door with stomping maximum force.

Alan was flew to the floor. The pop of a gun blared.