Chapter 136

***Levi***.

I gazed hard. My beautiful wife bound with thick ropes, in nothing but her undies.

Her head lifted up immediately she heard my voice. Hope soared inside me. Her mouth, gagged, but her eyes spoke enough.

My heart broke, seeing her like this. I thought I lost her.

*God! I was happy seeing her.*

When we had finally tracked the car she travelled in, we had come short.

Getting there, the cops and paramedics taking Steve's body, I hadn't said a word to the cops. I needed to handle this myself. They had shown me Kenya's phone, which they had found in the bushes.

My heart dipped into my gut, as the cops asked I gave them time. But I didn't wait. My men were searching.

I had prayed to God at some point; asking He helped me find Kenya.

I couldn't remember the last time I prayed; asked Him for anything. But I had.

I had gone to a church nearby, cried my heart out. Hadn't cried for years. I asked God for forgiveness. Pleading He didn't let my wife and unborn baby pay for my sins. I had even reminded him that He was a God of mercy, His love constant. I had promised to confess everything to Kenya. To come clean.

I had been stepping out of the church, when Blake called that they had traced the call. The caller, one of his men, hadn't secured the call; giving us a link to them. And now, here I was.

Strolling into the place, guns were poised as I closed in on the fucker.

I recognized the mask from the footage of Kenya's party. And I regretted not discovering the person in time. I hadn't realized it was Crompton.

I hadn't investigated him enough. My eyes fell briefly on Kenya. Alarm, relief and elation in her eyes. Eyes that stayed on me.

"You alright, Baby?" I asked her, softly, standing before her.

She nodded frantically, whimpering. Her words came out muffled.

My jaw tightened.

By the time my eyes fell back on Crompton, his mask was off. His eyes, wide with astonishment. He spared her a glance, then turned to me.

"You should be on the news, making a statement," Crompton said. "What are you doing here?" He asked, fiercely.

I held his gaze, my expression blank.

At this point, I had only one intention; get out of here alive with my wife.

"You were always a prick face, weren't you, Pip Squeak." I snickered.

His man, the caller, had confessed to everything about Crompton under torture. That's why we delayed reaching here.

"It's not Pip Squeak anymore, Kill Code. Bomb Blast." Crompton cut in, irritated.

*BB.*

I grinned, darkly.

Yes, I remembered him alright. How did I forget? Little kid that joined the gang, few months after I did. Overzealous, overly intelligent genius, who had always loved explosives and computers. Had always thought he eventually ended up in juvie.

"You should have remembered one thing about me from back then. Two things I never do; Flight or fright." I snarled, darkly.

His gaze was steady.

"You still think you're better than me don't you? You're defeated, Kill Code.

I have you cornered. You come here without any men nor weapons. You aren't leaving here alive. Neither would your sweet, little wife." Crompton shifted a dirty look to Kenya.

Bile rising in me. My gut twisted in anger. But I remained composed. Giving nothing away. I could feel Kenya's eyes on me now, and I just knew she was frightened. We both were.

"If I die tonight, I die knowing It was for her. The woman I love." I breathed.

I heard Kenya's muffled moan beside me. I turned to her.

Crompton's men still had guns poised, but I didn't care.

I stared into my wife's eyes, surprise in her gaze at my earnest confession.

Yes, I finally confessed it.

I was in love with my wife. And I had been a fool for suppressing my feelings, all this time.

"Yes Baby, I'll take a shot for you any day, because I have fallen in love with you. I had fallen months back, but had been too scared to accept." I smiled.

I wished I could see her smile. "You remember when you pole danced for me. We made love and I looked into your eyes for the first time. I saw you." She nodded, I smiled.

A knowing look crossed her face. "That was the moment I surrendered to you. But I was a coward."

I had promised to come clean with her and I was doing that.

Inhaling a shaky breath, I spoke.

"I'm a killer. I've been since I was 16. Crompton here was in the gang with us. We killed, supplied hard drugs. We were into it all. I wanted to tell you so bad, but I didn't know howMy alias was Kill Code. I was a silent assassin that went on missions for our boss, Rowan"

"How touching." I heard a gun click close to my ear, as Crompton snickered. The gun pressed into my skin. "But I don't have time for this shit. I asked you to do something and you didn't. You still think I'm kidding right?"

"No. I know you aren't. But I want to know, what made you hate me this much?" I asked, quietly. I had no single weapon on me. I had walked in this lion's den, unarmed. My heart bare.

"You don't still know?" He asked, incredulously. Raw pain etched in his voice. I shook my head, my hands clenched beside me. "You left me to die in that hell hole, when Rowan got blown up."

I frowned, confused.

I couldn't remember that. If memories served correctly, I hadn't selected Pip Squeak on that mission, because he had been too small. Even though he was a couple of months younger than me.

"I didn't choose you on that mission, Crompton, because"

"Your biggest sin."