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!"

quickly

up!" Judson's deep voice cut through the noise, carrying

to scream

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

curtly, his demeanor icy as he approached

was deeply asleep, undisturbed by

raised his gun and fired at the shackles, the metal clinking open. He gently cradled the unconscious Nancy in his arms, as if she

the cloth, pleading desperately, "Mr. Green, please spare me!

a sharp, overwhelming scent of gasoline filled the

his breath caught in

try anything again, please, just let me

the doorway to look back at Hackett sprawled on

horror, but before

tossed a lighter into

flame met the gasoline, and a raging

the flames raced across the floor,

slammed shut, sealing

a stony expression on his face. "Judson, take her to the hospital. I'll handle things