Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 15: I am Dead

LIAM

If there is this one thing I am absolutely right about, then it is my luck. I am so sure that the God of luck has something against me. Because I have found myself in yet another shit hole.

I entered the black market just the way Oliver explained in one of his letters. I fished out his acquaintances and gathered every possible information I could gather from them.

One of them said that he saw him a few days ago before he vanished. He said that he used to come in there once a week. He was a regular. Though they didn't know who he actually was. They helped him because he paid a delicious amount of money for doing so.

One day, he suddenly stopped showing up. They were disappointed that one of the regulars disappeared—of course, with his heavy money pouch.

I asked them if they knew what Oliver was up to. They shook their head and couldn't tell me anything about that one piece of information.

This is the last shop that I am checking out because this shop was mentioned in one of Oliver's thousand letters just to be disappointed. The shopkeeper wasn't ready to spill the tea so I had to bribe him. But none of what he spilled is useful to me.

As I am about to exit the shop, dejected, I bump into someone. This is a potion shop. So when I stagger back, I stumble upon a rack of potions, and every glass container lining the selves crashes to the ground and shatters one by one, making me flinch.

"What the fuck man?!" The man I bumped into lashes out at me, charging at me as if he wants to strangle me, and I am sure he does.

"I am sorry. I didn't pay attention." I tamp down my anger because it was not my fault but the last thing I want right now is to cause a commotion and grab attention.

But the hell it will not happen.

"Where do you leave your eyes when you walk huh?" He pushes me. He is bulkier and taller than me but I can take him down without even blinking.

"What the fuck?!" The shopkeeper yelps in disbelief and distraught. "What did you do with my potion?!" The shop is small and shady. I am pretty sure the walls are thinner than paper.

There is a crowd starting form outside the small shop. The shopkeeper and dickheaded man's yelling is attracting attention.

I blow out a breath and clench and unclench my fist to keep my anger in check which is futile because it is teetering at the edge right now. "I will compensate for the damage." This shuts the shopkeeper up, but the dickheaded man growls at me.

"Are you trying to ignore me you little shit?" He grabs my wrist. It takes all of me not to break that damn hand of his and feed it to Kian's guard dogs.

"We can talk it out." I try to negotiate, "I will compensate for your every harm."

But the duckheaded man keeps barking like a goddamned dog and raises his fist at me. Now I am more than ready to snap his porky neck and tear it apart. But before I can do it, Out of nowhere Kian slips between us. Kian slips between us.

Dread unfurls inside my stomach and blood drains from my face.

God no...why the fuck is he here?!

Before I can process what is happening, Kian raises his fist, and it goes slamming against the dickheaded man's jaw. There is a horrible blood-curdling cracking sound, and I know Kian just broke the man's jaw. My eyes snap to the man and I let out a horrified gasp.

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Not only did he break his jaw, but also the man's neck was twisted at such a terrible and odd angle that my blood ran cold, and my eyes threatened to fall out of their socket because of how big they were right now.

I am not horrified at the dickheaded man's current state. I am horrified at Kian's inhuman strength. He just freaking killed a man with a single punch! My heart lurches, beating in my throat and my stomach is in a whirlpool.

Kian takes my hand and glares down at the crowd. The crowd instantly split into two, making a clear path for us. Kian's hand is firm around my waist like iron shackles as he drags me out of the shop. I am now hyper-aware of how he can snap my wrist simply by tightening his grip around it.

Oh Gods, oh fucking Gods, ohGodsohGodsohGods.

My throat is drier than any desert I know and my heart isn't in my chest anymore. It is everywhere. Beating in my head, my ear, my throat, and everywhere.

I have been scared and wary of Kian from the first time I have seen him. But I have never felt this way toward him before. I am scared. I am so fucking scared of him that I can feel myself trembling. But there is something else as well. Something else that I would rather not name.

I haven't seen Kian's face since he popped out of that shop and dragged me out of there. I am scared to look up and see it as he leads me out of the market. But I can imagine what kind of look he has on his face right now because of the way everyone is squaring around us.

He stops a while after. We are out of the market. And I know I am in deep shit. My self-preservation instincts scream at me to run away, but it is impossible from the way his hand is still wrapped around my wrist.

"Look at me, Lain." His voice is strained with underlying anger, hitting me straight to the core.

I don't look up.

"Look. At. Me."

My head snaps up and I know I am dead.