NovelTrueChapter 1116 Kristopher moved like a storm. He seized Carrie's wrist, yanking her behind him with a protective tug. His leg snapped out, a swift kick slamming into the man's gut.
The force hurled the stranger against the grimy wall, his head smacking concrete with a dull thud. A bruise bloomed across his greasy abdomen, the shape of Kristopher's shoe etched in purple-a testament to the fury behind the strike.
The man slumped, dazed, his thoughts a jumbled mess as if his brain had been shaken loose.
A shuffle of boots announced new arrivals. Men in black T-shirts and loose work pants poured into the alley, their bulk hinting at muscle beneath the casual attire. Two of them strode forward, hoisting the groaning stranger- Sumner, they called him-from the corner with ease, as if lifting a sack of grain.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe group held back, their eyes darting to Kristopher, wary of crossing him. They stood like statues, Sumner dangling between them, awaiting orders.
Kristopher turned to Carrie, his hands gentle as he steadied her shoulders. He scanned her from head to toe, his brow furrowed with concern. "Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice low but urgent.
His gaze lingered on her abdomen, a flicker of dread crossing his face. “The baby... is it safe?” Doubt gnawed at him. Was the child his? The question twisted in his gut, sharp and unwelcome.
Even if it belonged to another, he wanted it safe-wanted her safe.
Carrie met his eyes, her breath steadying against the rhythm of his heartbeat. “I am fine,” she said, her voice soft but firm.
She leaned into him, her cheek brushing his chest, unwilling to pull away. His warmth dulled the edge of her earlier panic, and she lingered, savoring the fleeting calm.
Kristopher glanced down, a faint smile tugging at his lips. She was just scared, he told himself, relishing the rare closeness.
Explore new stories galFor a heartbeat, he let himself imagine this moment stretching forever. Reality snapped him back. His jaw tightened as he turned to Sumner, now held upright by his men.
The man's shorts barely clung to his hips, his disheveled state exposed under the room's harsh light. A dark puddle spread beneath him on the concrete, its acrid stench betraying his terror.
He had lost control, a coward undone by fear.
Kristopher's lip curled in disgust. This wretch dared to threaten Carrie? The thought ignited a cold fury in his veins.
The others shifted, noses wrinkling at the odor, but they held their ground, waiting for Kristopher's command. He was their anchor, and they dared not act without him.
The leader of the group stepped forward, his voice cutting through the tension. “Mr. Norris, we tied up the guy you knocked out earlier. A woman slipped away-we have not found her yet."
Kristopher's eyes narrowed, his tone icy. "Turn these two over to the m police."
The leader hesitated, then added, "Morrison family members and cops are headed this way. We spotted a Hinks family car trailing them, windows up. Could not see who was inside."
Kristopher nodded, his mind racing. He lacked the authority to handle this himself, not yet The Morrison family Would protect Carrie-he knew that-but it did not stop the ache to do more, to shield her himself. to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
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