The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 127

Judson stood on the edge of the room, looking down at the man kneeling at his feet as though he were nothing more than an ant.

"Tie him up for me."

The words slipped out cold and effortless, devoid of any warmth. Hackett's eyes widened in terror, but before he could utter a word, he was hoisted off the ground like a ragdoll.

A wad of cloth was shoved into his mouth.

"Mmmph!!!"

Hackett wasn't the only one who sensed the looming danger; his cohorts, too, began to feel the urge to flee.

But before they could even take a step-

Bang-

A silenced bullet pierced through Hackett's knee.

"AAAAHHH!"

of agony quickly filled

voice cut through the noise,

to scream swallowed

in black entered, standing respectfully behind Judson. "Mr. Buchanan, it's ready," one of

demeanor icy as he

asleep, undisturbed by the chaos

metal clinking open. He gently cradled the unconscious

cloth, pleading desperately, "Mr. Green, please spare me! I'll leave

to scramble up from the floor, but a sharp, overwhelming scent of gasoline filled the air

his breath

dare try anything again, please, just let

look back at Hackett sprawled

in horror, but before he

lighter

flame met the gasoline, and a

the flames raced across the floor, devouring the wooden

slammed shut, sealing off the desperate

at Judson, who had a stony expression on his face. "Judson, take her to the hospital.