The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295: A BOMB?

Finnegan

I hate to say I told myself so, but I did.

I knew something would happen. We were all plunged into darkness.

Only faint emergency strips along the floor glowed weakly, casting strange red lines across the floor, turning the faces around me into eerie, ghostly masks.

My body tensed instantly. I pulled Abigail tight against my side, my arm banding around her waist, then yelled across the room.

"Please get ready to evacuate the building,"

I could hear Henry’s voice nearby. "Relax, Finn. It’s probably just a power surge. The generators will kick in any second."

"No. I’ve had a bad feeling all day. We’re not staying."

River’s voice cut through the murmurs. "You always have a bad feeling on your birthdays. Every single year. It’s a trauma response, cousin."

I shook my head in the darkness, even though she couldn’t see it. "It feels like more than that," I muttered, my eyes straining against the blackness, searching for threats.

"Even if it is, after everything we’ve survived, I’m not risking it. There’s nothing wrong with leaving while we still can."

Abigail’s hand found my chest in the darkness, rubbing it soothingly. I was about to say something else when a slow clap filled the hall.

Then the lights came on. The clapping came from above, from the gallery overlooking the main hall. A voice rang out, slow and mocking, singing in a chilling tone.

"Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you..."

A figure stood at the railing of the gallery. A figure I knew too well. "Happy birthday, brother."

The voice confirmed what my instincts already knew. Devin. He had a gun gleaming in his hand, aimed directly at me.

Chaos erupted in the hall like a dam breaking. Guests screamed. People scrambled toward exits, knocking over chairs, trampling each other in their panic.

Security and police rushed into the hall, but Devin just stood there, smiling like a king surveying his doomed subjects, the gun gleaming dully in his hand.

He didn’t look fazed. I clenched my jaw, glancing around. There was no way I could get Abigail, her grandparents, and my daughter out of here before Devin put a bullet in me.

He had expected this. He’d known the police would be here, that he’d be surrounded, that he was walking into a trap, but he was smiling anyway which means he had something different planned.

"Oh, look at everyone," Devin called out in a mocking tone. "So happy and festive." His eyes swept the room and found Abigail, standing behind me.

His smile widened. "How are you, little bitch? Didn’t expect to see me again so soon, did you? I told you I’d find a way to make you pay. I always find a way."

I shoved Abigail farther behind me, shielding her completely with my body. "Devin, drop the gun. This ends here. You’re surrounded. There’s nowhere to go."

Police officers had taken up positions below the balcony, weapons trained on him. "Drop the weapon! Hands where we can see them! Drop it now!"

Devin didn’t even look at them. His gaze stayed locked on mine, that terrible smile on his face. "You’ll have to come take it from me," he said, sounding almost cheerful.

"And by the time you get close enough to try, I’ll have already put a bullet in someone’s head. Maybe his." He pointed the gun at me.

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