Introvert 108

Posted by AdminM, ? Views, Released on April 30, 2025

Facebook Twitter WhatsApp Pinterest Telegram

Chapter 108: Selena

Chapter 108: Selena

Selena’s POV

Kaiden didn’t hesitate even for a second.

The moment his gaze locked onto that shady–looking man across the street, he took off like a bullet – his strides long and furious, his body charged with nothing but raw, blinding urgency.

I stumbled after him, the soles of my heels slipping against the pavement as I tried to match his pace.

Fear gripped my lungs tighter with every step.

At first, the man – that incognito figure was moving at a casual pace, pretending to be just another passerby.

–

Hands in his pockets, head low, like he had nowhere to be.

But Kaiden was fast – too fast to ignore.

The moment Kaiden started closing the distance, the guy seemed to sense it, like an animal catching the scent of a predator.

He picked up his pace – subtly at first – just a little quicker, a little less casual.

But it wasn’t enough to fool Kaiden, nor me.

I could see Kaiden’s muscles bunching under his jacket, could hear the raggedness of his breathing from meters away as he sped up.

He was gaining on him – determined, relentless, furious.

That’s when it happened.

The man across the street suddenly broke into a sprint, like a deer bolting from a hunter’s snare.

No more pretense, no more pretending.

He ran.

He ran like his life depended on it – like he had everything to lose if Kaiden caught up to him. Arms pumping, legs blurring, sneakers slamming against the asphalt.

And that’s when I knew.

That was Ross.

That had to be Ross.

Even without seeing his face, even without hearing his name – there was no doubt anymore.

Only someone with a reason to be terrified would run like that.

My chest was heaving, my heart slamming wildly against my ribs as I tried to keep up. I forced my legs to move faster, but it was like trying to run underwater.

My breath was burning in my throat, my calves screamed for mercy, but still, I chased.

I couldn’t let them disappear into the night.

Not when everything in my gut was telling me that he is a huge threat to my daughter.

But Ross was too fast.

He was gaining ground with every passing second, putting more and more distance between himself and us.

His figure grew smaller, swallowed up by the maze of streets and darkness.

Panic gnawed at me.

Kaiden wasn’t slowing down – he was going to tear his lungs apart if he had to – but Ross had the lead. And all I could do was pray we didn’t lose him completely.

Because if we did…

Lucy might be gone.

Forever.

Successfully unlocked!

My lungs were on fire, every breath like razor blaues scraping down my throat, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

Ross was still ahead, his figure barely visible through the growing blur in my eyes. Kaiden was gaining, just a few strides

behind now – his pace ruthless, focused, all sharp intent. But I knew we wouldn’t catch him in time like this. Not if he turned a corner, vanished into an alley, or slipped into a car.

1/3

Chapter 108: Selena

Desperation does strange things.

And maybe I was too desperate, too exhausted, too furious with myself – because the moment my sandal slid off slightly from all the running, I didn’t hesitate.

“Fuck prayers. I don’t need any god to help me. I am the goddess myself.” I ripped it off my foot mid–sprint, gripped it tight, and with all the strength, rage, and guilt coursing through me, I hurled it forward like a spear.

It spun once, then twice–then, with the cleanest, sharpest thwack imaginable–it collided directly with the back of Ross’s head.

He stumbled before he collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been severed.

Kaiden halted in his tracks, frozen for a second as he stared from Ross’s crumpled body to the now–partially barefoot me standing breathless on the pavement, one foot bare, the other still wearing the matching sandal.

He blinked once.

Then again.

His eyes widened in unmistakable shock, followed by something almost ridiculous appreciation tugging at the corner of his mouth.

–

a twitch, almost a smirk of

“I-” I shrugged with a tired breath, trying to play it off, though my arm still throbbed from the force of that throw. “That was a lucky shot.”

Kaiden shook his heads before he turned and jogged the last few steps toward Ross.

I tried to walk, but with one foot still in that stupid sandal, I was limping more than moving.

“Fuck it,” I sighed and bent down to yank the other one off, tossing it aside without regret.

The pavement was cold beneath my bare feet, but I didn’t care.

Kaiden was already crouched near Ross’s body, checking if he was conscious.

I picked up my pace, the ache in my legs forgotten, all that mattered now was getting there – to Kaiden, to Ross – and to the truth that lay beneath this runaway.

Because Lucy was with that bastard and I need to save my daughter.

“Where is Lucy?” Kaiden’s voice thundered through the chilled air as he gripped Ross by the collar and yanked him up with enough force to snap his neck forward.

But I had no patience left for questions.

No time for waiting.

No strength for restraint.

I shoved Kaiden aside with both hands, rage surging through my body like a rising tide. “Move,” I growled, my voice no longer my own, and before he could protest, I lunged forward and seized Ross by his collar myself.

“You motherfucker!” The scream tore from my throat like a raw wound splitting open. My hands were shaking, not with fear -but fury, blistering, volcanic fury. “I’m going to kill you!”

And then-

Lucy’s face–her pale, blood–smeared face–flashed before my eyes.

The image struck me like lightning, and my palm reacted before thought could catch up. I slapped him–hard, the crack echoing down the silent street like a gunshot. His head snapped to the side, but I didn’t stop.

“How dare you touch her?” I screamed again, voice ragged.

Smack.

“You filthy bastard!”

Smack.

“You ruined her-”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Each slap was louder, sharper than the last. My body trembled with the release of years of bitterness, guilt, and unspoken horror. The sound of my hand colliding with his skin was the only justice I knew at that moment.

He dropped to the ground eventually, crumpled like trash, but it wasn’t enough.

I didn’t care about my bare feet scraping against the rough pavement. I didn’t feel the sting of the stones. I raised my leg and kicked him. Once. Twice. Again.

Each kick carried the weight of every sleepless night Lucy had suffered in silence. Every scream buried in her pillow. Every night she jolted awake from the memories he carved into her.