Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Come on, lady,” Allen was the one who drew her attention this time, “Trust me when I tell my folks are actually telling the truth because trust me, if they had known about your existence, they would have adopted you right away. They’re good at doing that, “He hinted with a smirk at Neon.
For some reason, Neon was not even offended by his comment this time knowing that he was only trying to change the woman’s mind.
“No, no, no!” Deborah shook her head frantically, “I see what you’re all trying to do here. You’re trying to change my mind, make me drop my defenses, and buy time for your men trying to work their way around my bomb!” Deborah sneered, “But trust me, that’s not going to work,”
Deborah snatched the gun from one of her men and strode over to Isabella, yanking her hair back and arousing sounds of protest from Pedro and the kids.
“What do you think you’re doing, she’s your sister?!” He yelled and tried to reach Isabella all to no avail since they were tied up in such a way they were facing apart from each other.
“Sorry, but I wasn’t recognized as a family hence I own none of you nothing,” Deborah declared, finally losing her mind. She caressed the gun across Isabella’s face, “Where should I start? Ruin your pretty face first before putting up an interesting show for your family?”
However, unknown to Deborah, Allen had successfully undone the bind holding him and Ailee. They were used to playing around with such binds in the base.
But then, there was a trace of panic across Ailee’s face as she whispered, “Don’t do anything stupid, we can’t take all eight of them. We’re overpowered,”
“But we can always try!” Was Allen’s comment before he lunged for Deborah.
The third point of view:
There was a maniacal look on Deborah’s face as she traced the gun’s muzzle against Isabella’s face as she muttered into her ear, “Do you know how irritating it was to see your flawless face and skin every time on television. The perfect genius daughter of Niles Sparks,” her words dripped with venom.
But even at gunpoint, Isabella chuckled, “Quite hilarious, hearing you call someone as crazy as me perfect. Why don’t you un-duct me and we can see how perfect I am?” even while her tone was playful, there was the evident threat in her voice.
“Sure, right after I ruin your pretty face and then I free you and let you pick the remains of your flesh together!” Deborah was just about to pull the trigger when she heard a shout and the next thing, one of the kids came barreling into one of the men, knocking him into the ground.
Before the other men could bring him down, the four others had freed themselves and ran in diverse directions, taking away their attention from Allen who was fighting that man.
That distraction was all Isabella needed to kick Deborah in the place where she doesn’t have a long thingy. Even without that, the impact hurt like hell causing Deborah to double over and Isabella headbutted into her with enough force that made her vision swim, replaced by a splitting headache.
Deborah was on the floor in no time, moaning in pain. Her men upon seeing their mistress on the floor, two of them instantly focused their weapons on Isabella and Pedro, intending to take them out.
However, as if they shared a mutual understanding, Pedro and Isabella, because they were glued together simultaneously shifted their weight to one corner, causing the chair to tip to the side and they found themselves falling to the ground, the air kicked out of them just as rounds of bullets missed them by seconds.
Without wasting time, Isabella reached out and grabbed the gun Deborah had dropped but she was too late. They would shoot her before she picks the gun so Isabella thought to protect Pedro by shifting her body to cover him more. But Pedro had the same thought, or perhaps, even thought faster than her because he had already covered her with his.
But to their surprise another shot came from their fellow teammate, taking out both men at once. Isabella, who already shut her eyes already, slowly opened them when she felt no pain nor sensed tension from Pedro’s body only for her gaze to fall on the person who fired at his people.
No matter how smart she was, Isabella never saw this one coming and was stunned out of her mind when Jennifer took off the balaclava that secured her identity all this while.
Nobody, not even Deborah, knew that Jennifer had been tracking them all along and getting rid of one of her men, taking his place immediately and bidding for her time to strike.
The both of them just stared at each other and for a moment Isabella thought she was going to shoot them considering their beef and was already concocting a plan in her head when Jennifer simply reached out and shot at Deborah’s men that had tried to aim at her son, Neon.
After that, Jennifer went about ducking and dodging other bullets from the surviving men and Isabella knew at that moment that they had called a truce. So she took the gun and shot another in the leg since she was still on the floor while Pedro worked on freeing them.
Allen wasn’t so lucky, no, he had been overconfident of his abilities, so when that man he was wrestling with on the floor kicked him away and fired at him, he saw his life flash before his eyes. But he didn’t die because another person took his place with lightning speed.
His mouth hung open and Allen couldn’t say a word as he saw Ailee on the floor, gasping for breath and bleeding from her stomach. His only thought at that moment was that he didn’t want his sister to die. No, if she survived this, he would be good to her forever.
On Neon’s part, he saw red the moment that bullet hit Ailee and rage-filled him so much that he picked the nearest gun he could find and fired, killing both men instantaneously. Even with that, he still wasn’t satisfied and wanted more blood to flow but there were no more enemies to kill.
His chest heaved and he dropped the gun immediately, running over to Ailee who was on Allen’s laps. But Neon pushed him away and rested her carefully in his arms.
“H-hey,” His voice was shaking and he was panting hard.
“Hey,” Ailee replied but it was obvious that she was in real pain and talking was real work for her.
Seeing her in that state irked Neon so much that he turned to Allen, yelling, “This is all your fault! She warned you how dangerous it was yet you still went ahead and this is what you caused. You are so selfish that what you bring to people around you is pain and misery!”
For the first time ever, Allen didn’t retort nor have a comeback for Neon’s words because it was all true. He should have listened to his sister and had a plan before making a move. But he was self-centered and only cared about the hero he would be when he rescues everyone. He was a selfish bastard.
“Hey, don’t blame him, he didn’t mean for me to hurt. I was the one who threw myself at him,” Ailee said weakly.
“Because you were protecting him!” Neon didn’t want to hear her excuses. She has defended her twin so much while he treated her like shit.
“I’m so sorry, Ailee,” Allen could only say, tears glittering at his eyes as the shock finally wore off and the severity of the situation dawned on him.
“We need to get her to the hospital!” Neon was still saying when she heard a familiar voice from behind.
“Neon, son,”
He stiffened.
The third point of view:
Neon went rigid instantly. He had been so involved with staying alive and keeping Ailee safe that he hadn’t thought of the person who helped them. And now that person was no other than his mother – the one he had been running away from all this while.
Neon had to let go of Ailee and Allen was more than willing to take his place. He stood awkwardly, the word “Mother,” barely leaving his lips when she threw herself at him and hugged him.
He didn’t know how to behave while the woman in his arms rested her jaw on his shoulder, crying, “My son,”
Neon wanted to be indifferent, after all, the last memory he had of her was she abusing him; of the court deeming her incapable of interacting with the society. However, there were good times as well. When she loved him immensely and treated him well.
Those were the memories that clung to him as he hugged her back. It was almost as if he had returned to that moment when it was just the two of them together. That moment when it was just he and his mother and they were okay with that.
However, their reunion was short-lived because Deborah was on her feet and in her hands were two guns. But so was Isabella’s as well.
“Put it down, Deborah, or I’ll blast your head off. And trust me, I’d enjoy doing so,” Isabella threatened her with a sadistic smile.
Decorah’s hands shook but she didn’t lower her weapon while Isabella’s hold on her gun was firm and with precision.