"What are you doing?" Alesha's wrist was grabbed by Garvin.
Caught red-handed—Alesha's movements were immediately frozen by Garvin. Both of her hands were held firmly above the bed. Garvin took the needle—examining it for a moment. The first time he saw it, he immediately knew that it was dangerous. If it pierced his neck, he would lose his life in minutes.
"Answer me. Who sent you?" Garvin's aura turned icy cold. He took a pair of handcuffs from the drawer.
"LET ME GO! YOU DESERVE TO DIE!" Alesha screamed, trying to break free. But Garvin handcuffed both her hands first.
"Have you sent the money to the brothel?" Garvin asked on the phone.
"Half of it, Sir."
"Don't send any more. Just follow my orders."
While Garvin was still on the phone with someone, Alesha managed to get up—although her movements were limited. This didn't stop her from wanting to kill Garvin. The man had to die.
Alesha moved toward her dress, took something, and with ease, she freed her hands from the handcuffs. She then grabbed another tool—a folding knife hidden in her dress pocket.
Alesha picked up a flower vase and threw it directly at the back of Garvin's head. Garvin touched the back of his head, now bleeding. He smirked.
"You're so brave with me." Garvin reached for his gun.
"I won't kill you if you tell me who sent you," Garvin said, pointing the gun at Alesha.
Alesha laughed. "You like shooting people, don't you? Shoot me."
DOOR
The sound of a gunshot echoed through the air. Garvin was serious with his words. "Did I make a mistake with you?"
"Guess what mistake you made that would make a graceful woman like me lower myself in front of so many people?" Alesha laughed loudly, mixed with her breaking sobs. Alesha wanted to blame herself for not getting her revenge properly.
"I won't have any regrets if I kill you," Alesha ran and directed her knife toward Garvin's stomach.
Once again—her attempt failed. Garvin kicked Alesha's legs, causing her to fall.
"Akkh." Alesha fell to the floor. She tried to reach for her knife again, but Garvin stepped on the back of her hand with such force.
"You're really defiling my place," Garvin hissed, clearly angry. With one swift motion, Alesha was back on her feet. Garvin wasn't about to let her escape that easily. He attacked her from behind. Their skin came into intense contact.
Garvin's arm was around Alesha's neck, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"I'll ask again. Who sent you to do all this?"
"YOU KILLED MY BOYFRIEND, YOU BASTARD!"
Garvin pressed his arm harder against Alesha's neck. "Who are you talking about?"
Alesha struggled to break free, slapping Garvin's arm repeatedly with no use. The man intended to kill her by choking her to death.
"WHO?" Garvin shouted, impatient.
"Aldrich…" Alesha whispered painfully. She was almost dying until Garvin finally loosened his grip.
"You think I killed Aldrich?"
"Who else but you, Bastard!" Alesha yelled furiously. She clearly saw with her own eyes Garvin surrounding and laughing at Aldrich's lifeless body.
"Aldrich was one of my men who betrayed me and went to the enemy's camp. But I didn't kill him," Garvin said.
"You didn't kill him?" Alesha asked sarcastically. She laughed—this was too funny. Garvin should get an award for being the most manipulative person. "YOU THINK I'M STUPID?! I SAW YOU LAUGHING AT ALDRICH'S BODY!"
"YOU'RE A FILTHY WRETCH!" Alesha yelled even louder.
Garvin pressed his arm tighter around her neck. His ears were ringing from her screams. "I'm getting more and more inclined to kill you."
Alesha's breath became shallow. Her head spun—her vision blurred until she passed out.