“You should be happy,” Abigail teased him. “I wouldn’t help you bathe if you were fine.”
Diarmuid did not say a thing, but as she undid his belt, he wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her dainty form into his arms.
“Did you miss me?” he asked.
Abigail said solemnly, “Yes, I missed you so much.”
Leaning gently over Diarmuid’s chest, she asked. “What about you? Did you miss me?”
“Every waking moment,” he replied.
Abigail smiled and reared her head to kiss his Adams’s apple and his chest, while her soft hands slid down his abdomen to undo
his belt.
Diarmuid stiffened, probably because she was being too flirtatious.
“Abigail…” His voice was deep and hoarse.
“Yeah?” Abigail replied mildly.
“I cant stop myself if you keep doing this,” he said.
Abigail smiled. “I know.”
She certainly would not want to mess around, not while he was hurt!
“Let’s get you bathed,” she said.
However, Diarmuid felt uncomfortable because he felt like he was stripped naked in public, to be gawked at.
“I can do this myself,’ he said.
Abigail refused right then. “No, your neck is hurt and shouldn’t get wet. Moreover, you can’t see, so I have to be here to help.”
Diarmuid could say nothing to that, and he heard the bathroom door close while the tap was turned on, with splashing immediately
ensuing.
Zachary returned to the motel after buying new clothes for Diarmuid.
He knocked on their door a couple times and waited outside.
It was a long while before Abigail finally came to the door—she was very wet after bathing Diarmuid, and the bathroom was so small
her cheeks were red from the stuffiness.
Zachary was left staring at her. “What were you doing?”
“Bathing Diarmuid,” Abigail replied, taking the bag of clothes.
Zachary flashed a knowing grin then. “Quit the newlywed act and hold back a little. Diarmuid’s hurt, you know.”
Abigail rolled her eyes at him-how did he jump to that conclusion?
“Shut up!” she snapped.
While Zachary was speechless, she grabbed the door handle and said, “Call us when it’s time for dinner.”
And with that, she shut the door in his face, leaving Zachary at a loss of words.
Was it something he said?
Whatever-he should be checking in with Stan to see if the jeep was fixed.
At the same time, Abigail took out the clothes from the bag Zachary brought and saw that it was all casualwear that would fit Diarmuid.
The style suited him too, and Zachary was attentive enough to buy complete sets.
Abigail rarely saw Diarmuid in casual wear. Once he put them on, he seemed to lose his usual sharp businesslike demeanor and
appeared more mortal.
His wet hair and simple attire actually made him appear youthful too!
If Diarmuid knew what Abigail was thinking just then, he would be asking, “Am I that old?”
What a shame he could not read minds.
As Abigail dried his hair, she asked, “Are you hungry?”
Diarmuid simply slid his arms around her waist, and Abigail allowed herself to sit on his lap.
He murmured, “I want to stay a little longer with you.”
“Yeah,” she replied as she leaned against his chest, and they embraced each other fiercely in silence.
After a long while, they heard a knock on their door, interrupting their moment of silent respite.
“Let’s get something to eat,” Zachary said from outside the door.
“Okay!” Abigail answered. “Coming!”
She pulled out of Diarmuid’s embrace and said quietly, “Come on, let’s eat.”
“Yeah,” Diarmuid said very softly.
The restaurant they went for was quite nice, though Abigail could not tell if it was Stan or Zachary who found it.
As they sat down, Zachary left to make the orders.
Stan stayed with them and said, “The jeep’s rear windshield would only be repaired tomorrow. We’ll be staying the night.”
There was a small population in the small town, and it should be safe enough.
“Good,” Abigail replied.
Then, Zachary returned in a hurry and handed his phone to Diarmuid. “It’s
James. He said it’s urgent.”
Diarmuid answered and heard James’s voice from the other end.
James asked, “Where are you right now?’
“In a small town called Vos,” Diarmuid replied.
“You need to leave right away,” James urged him and hung up before Diarmuid could say a word.
Diarmuid frowned and said, “We have to go.”
“We haven’t eaten yet,” Zachary pointed out.
“No time,” Diarmuid said, knowing that the gang were after them.
There was no other reason James would sound so urgent, and Diarmuid was concerned if James would be fine, especially since
James hung up so suddenly.
Abigail in turn told Stan right away, “Get the car.”
Stan began, “But it isn’t fixed…”
“It’s fine. Just go,’ Abigail urged nonetheless.
It was fine since it was just the rear windshield-the jeep could still move.
With that, Stan started running to the garage, while Abigail helped Diarmuid to his feet as they left.
Zachary was looking around as he asked, ‘Who are those people? They’re relentless.”
All Diarmuid knew was that they found out about the gang’s secret. It was serious enough that once it was exposed, they would lose
a lot of money and be implicated for it.
That was why they were bent on silencing any witnesses!
In fact, just as Diarmuid and the rest stepped outside the restaurant, there was a loud bang and the bullet fired shattered the glass
door!
Abigail quickly pulled Diarmuid back inside to hide behind a table, while the other customers in the restaurant started screaming and
scrambling for cover as well!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
“Argh!”
There were screams everywhere!
Zachary returned to them just then and tugged at Abigail. “There’s a back door.”
Abigail nodded, and both of them shielded Diarmuid while staying low, darting through the tables and the scrambling crowd to reach
the back door.
Zachary did not run outside immediately but instead called Stan. ’Bring the car to the back of the restaurant! It has a back door
leading to the alley behind it!”
“Okay!” Stan replied, while the streets suddenly cracked with gunfire as well.
The shots were not aimed for them this time-it was a firefight, and the scene was utter pandemonium!
“There are others?!” Zachary exclaimed.
Abigail shook her head, indicating her confusion.
Diarmuid suggested, ’Could it be James?”
There was no way they would fight amongst themselves.
However, Zachary did not dare to poke his head out to look when there were two gangs with guns and bullets being fired
everywhere!
One stray would be enough to kill!
Zachary whipped out his phone and tried to call James, but he could not reach James.
What should they do? They were caught in the restaurant, with both front doors and back doors blocked!
Zachary was sweating buckets from his forehead, unable to come up with anything just then!
At the same time, Abigail was squeezing Diarmuid’s hand and sweating profusely from her palm.
Still, the gunfire died down for a moment, only to get even more violent after!
Zachary cursed. ’Those f*ckers don’t care if they live!”
Beside him, Abigail’s expression was somber—they would have no way out if the gunfire shifted into this restaurant.
They needed a way to escape!
Bzzt!
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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