Winning My Ex-Crush

Laird’s POV

I pounded angrily on the glass door of the van in which the FBI commander and Prosecutor Golden were riding. They were all sitting relaxed in the car, while Fenella could be heard being hurt by Amy. Fenella’s heavy breathing and the sound of Amy’s roar that I heard over the receiver convinced me that Fenella was in trouble.

This had all gone too far.

“Amy’s confession is enough, right? What the fuck are you waiting for? Arrest her now and save Fenella.” I growled at Prosecutor Golden.

“Fenella is still holding out, Laird. We should wait until Fenella says the safe word. She can also gauge her capacity.” Prosecutor Golden raised his hand to calm me down.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“If you don’t help her now, I’ll go help her.” My eyes narrowed, and I growled with a serious threat.

“Laird, if you go in now, you’ll ruin everything we’ve built up so far. Fenella is trying hard in there. All you have to do is stay away and prepare to wait for her to say that safe word.” The old man reassured me with his tight voice.

I groaned in exasperation. My hands squeezed the back of my neck to control myself. The only thing I wanted to do right now was to run as fast as I could to save Fenella from Amy.

I knew how Amy had bullied Fenella long ago, and it was happening again now. Again, I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Fenella was in pain, but why didn’t that girl say the safe word? What else was she waiting for? Why was she so stubborn to endure?

“Alan came into the room,” the FBI commander announced.

I immediately went back to seriously listening to all the conversations going on. My clenched hands were clasped in front of my chest. I tried hard to restrain myself as I silently prayed that Fenella would say the safe word soon.

Oh, no, this is bad. She had sprained her ankle.

“Where’s that secret room she’s talking about?” I asked when I heard Fenella piping up to give us a hint.

“Something about a dead-end corridor. It looks like it’s still on the same floor in the area outside their ballroom.” The FBI commander said quickly. “I’ll confirm the exact location with the field team.”

“It seems that Fenella is trying to get Alan’s confession now.” Prosecutor Golden frowned as he listened to their conversation.

“Oh, Fenella, come on, say the safe word.” Jessy blurted out with anxiety, making his face crease.

“No. I bet she won’t stop until Alan reveals everything for the record.” Matthew smirked.

“That girl is a badass.”

“They’re going to the side garage?” I asked.

“Team 2, search the side of the house for the emergency garage door. Find a wide enough surface wall without any obstructions. Team 1 in the ballroom, any sign of Amy yet?” The commander asked again into the special communication device for his field team.

“Amy entered the ballroom. She interrupted Peter’s speech.” Team 1’s voice came through quite clearly.

“She ratted Alan out to Peter. This is going to get dangerous.” I said impatiently.

“Team 1, move now. Amy and Peter are top priorities for arrest. Team 3, hold back the bodyguards. Team 4, prepare for crowd control.”

Realizing Fenella was in danger, I no longer wanted to wait. Confident that Fenella would successfully complete the mission, I acted impulsively this time. With no more hesitation, I ran out of the van.

“Laird, wait!”

“Laird!”

Everyone in the van shouted in panic, but I ignored them. I ran at lightning speed from the van to enter the house. I crossed the yard and barged my way inside.

This didn’t fit my character. I broke my rules to wait until everything was safe. In the end, Fenella was right. I will always end up jumping into the fire to save her.

When I entered, it was already chaotic. Panicked guests scattered, but several tuxedo-clad men blocked the exits right after I came in to the mansion. They seemed to be an FBI field team. If I was late any second, I couldn’t have made my way inside to help her.

“Get out of the way! Move!”

I broke through the crowd in the opposite direction to reach the deepest hallway of the house. A dead-end corridor with a secret door leading off to the side-that was my clue. I caught a glimpse of Peter Morgan, the senator, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

“There he is.” I growled and more violently pushed the guests to open the way for me.

“We’re the FBI! Everyone, stay where you are! No one gets out!” The FBI officers roared, holding the guests at the exit.

“Sir! Stay put!” An officer confronted me.

“I’m part of the team!” I angrily tried to dodge the man’s grab.

“No one gets out!” He held me back.

“Fuck off! Ask Prosecutor Golden! This is Laird Evans! I should chase Peter!”

The officer then spoke quickly into his communication device, and the next second he nodded. As soon as he shifted his body, I immediately went back to running after Peter. The officer then came running behind me, probably to provide reinforcements on his commander’s orders.

“Look out!”

I turned my head and saw Amy turning towards me. The moment I saw her, instead of moving out of the way as she had ordered, I charged at her. My two hands instantly caught her body and knocked her to the floor with a loud thud.

“Get off me!” Amy roared angrily.

“It’s over, Amy. Just give up.”

I crushed her and pulled her arms behind her back. In the next second, the officer who chased Amy and the FBI officer behind me immediately handcuffed her.

“You’re under arrest,” the officer then recited the Miranda Rights during the arrest according to protocol. Amy rose to her feet, and when she saw me up close, her furious eyes widened.

“Laird! What are you doing here?” Amy exclaimed in a high tone.

“I’m with Fenella to catch you, Alan, and Peter,” I said quickly.

“You and Fenella are working together? Are you guys in the FBI?” Amy’s mouth dropped sharply downward as she roared harshly.

“No, we’re not. We’re just two people getting revenge on you.”

“What?! You’re all mad!” Amy laughed loudly. It seemed that even she was still reeling from the unexpected turn of events.

“Now be a good girl, Amy.”

Then I ran back to the corridor. But just as I was about to reach the end of the dead-end corridor, the sound of gunfire rang out. My steps stopped in place. My heart seemed to explode when I heard the explosion. My eyes widened in horror, and I held my breath for a moment.

“Shit! They have guns.”

Did they shoot Fenella? That can’t be happening! It’s not happening under my watch!