Chapter 4
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NICOLE’S POV
When I rushed in the reception of the care home, I did not notice how tense the atmosphere was or the strange number of men in black leather coats hanging around the corner doing inane things like dusting shoes or flipping through an upside down magazine.
How could I have noticed? When excitement was pumping through my veins. It was like the universe was beginning to align in my favor. Finally.
I have found my mate, who is a badass Luca king and very much handsome. And I also have more than enough money to pay the home to take care of my mother for the rest of the year and also enough to relocate a better apartment and that is all thanks to the generosity of my mate.
My mate, just the sound of it made my heart bubble.
“Hey,” I said giddily to the receptionist.
“Uhm…how can I… we help you?” her voice trembled as her eyes settled on something behind me.
That was when I finally noticed that something was wrong. But before I could turn around, I found myself flying across the room and crashing against the door. Nerve wracking pain shot through my body as I let out a cry.
“We meet again Nicole. You didn’t think that you could get away from me, did you?” Robert asked with a wide grin on his face.
Before I could regain composure, he grabbed me by my cloth and pulled me to my feet.
“What happened to my truck Nicole?” he asked. The smell of weed from his mouth hit my face and my nose twitched involuntarily.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I lied.
He chuckled dryly. “Let me rephrase it, what happened to Alisha’s red truck?”
“I wouldn’t know,” I shrugged, trying to put up a smug look. “but whatever happened, I am sure she deserved it for being a backstabbing b***h!”
My response earned me a devastating blow to the face, as warm liquid trickled down my nose unto my lips and finally landing on my clothes.
By the time the second blow landed, stars twinkled in my eyes, alongside the high pitched ringing in my ears. I had always known Robert to be a violent man, but I have never been on the receiving end of his violence.
I wanted to scream for help, but the lump in my throat did not let me speak. When Robert raised his fist again, I shut my eyes as I waited for the blow.
When it didn’t come, I opened my eyes and found the receptionist holding tightly unto his arm. Through my blurred vision I could make out the fear on the face, but she was also determined to stop him from killing me in her reception.
I glanced at the half open exit door, and wondered if I managed to break free, would I be able to make it through the door without Robert catching up to me. It wasn’t plausible, Robert was stronger and faster, and I was injured and weak. Besides that would only end up making things worse.
“You are going to kill her!” the receptionist shrieked.
“I can do whatever the duck I want!” he to.
“I already called the police and they would be here any moment now,” she replied and backed away from him.
Robert let go of my shirt and my back hit the icy tile with a thud. I had never felt so much pain in my life. Robert took menacing steps towards the receptionist but paused abruptly when he heard screeching tyre sounds right outside the centre.
I sighed in relief when four police officers marched in.
“What happened here?” one of the officers asked as he bent over me.
“She destroyed my fiancée’s car. I was just getting justice,” Robert responded.
The police officers sighed and straightened. “We will take it from here,” he said.
“No! She comes with me. She is a member of my pack of which I am the beta. She will face justice according to the laws of our pack.”
“On whose land is your pack resident?”
Robert stuttered because going silent.
“Exactly what I thought. Your pack, just like every other pack resident on the Lycan’s land, is under the command of the lycan. So the lady comes with us.”
“Fine. I want justice though,” Robert said reluctantly.
“We will do the best we can,” the man responded calmly.
Robert glanced at me with bloodshot eyes, “thank your stars that this officers came right on time, if not…” he trailed off as he spat on me. He marched out of the building with his guys.
Tears welded up in my eyes, to think that I once loved this man and this was how he chose to repay me, beating me up like a common criminal for all to see.
The receptionist rushed to my side and helped me sit up. “Are you okay?” she asked.
If I could speak I would have asked her if she were in my shoes, with a bleeding nose, a fractured leg and a broken heart, would she be okay?
“I honestly didn’t know he wanted to hurt you. He had called yesterday to know when next you would be coming to see your mother. He told me that he messed up and you weren’t taking his calls and that he wanted to make things right with you because he was in love. I trusted him, but then he showed up this morning with his goons and he took my so I wouldn’t warn you,” tears poured down her cheeks.
“It is a good thing you pressed the emergency button under your table to alert us at the station. If not, she might have been dead by now,” another police officer said.
But nothing they said could make me feel better. I managed to point to my bag and the receptionist brought it to me. On my direction, she opened my bag and brought out the envelope with cash in it.
“For my mother’s bills and treatment,” I managed to say.
Two police officers lifted me off the ground, each holding me up by either side of my shoulder. The thought that my mother might die without me seeing her, stung my chest, but at least she would be very well taken care of.
“Alright, time to go,” the police chief said.
They put me behind the police vehicle and drove off.
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