*Jaxon's pnt of view*
I was stunned awake by the sound of my phone ringing.
When I looked at the screen, Ana's name popped up, but I hesitated to answer.
When it kept ringing however, I figured to answer it.
"Ana?"
"Help." She whispered, her voice faint, and breathy.
"What? Ana, I can't hear you." I said, sitting up, slightly alert.
"Help me." She whimpered.
"Ana what going on?" I asked concerned when suddenly there was a loud boom, accompanied with Ana's scream!
"Ana? ANA?!" I yelled, not too sure what was taking place.
A sound that resembled a slap echoed through the phone, followed by Ana's voice as she screamed sharply in pain, as I heard sounds of struggle.
"Ana!" I screamed standing up, making my way downstairs, but the next thing I heard froze me mid-step.
"Hello Jaxon." His creepy voice alone made me see red.
"Stewart." I mumbled through gritted teeth.
"Quite a fighter, isn't she?" He muttered, as I could hear Ana hissing sharply.
They hurt her.
"Stewart I swear if you put your hands on-"
"You'll what? Shoot me? We've been that this road before, haven't we Ana?" He said cutting me off.
Suddenly my phone beeped, and I noticed it was a video call request from Ana's phone.
Though my heart ached to see Ana in that situation, I had to help her.
I accepted, and what I saw made my heart stop.
"Ana..." I whispered, as I took in the blood and tears that ran down her bruised red cheeks.
Her puffy eyes looked into the flash of the camera; I could tell she was in pain.
Suddenly, a hand gripped onto her hair and her head was pulled back sharply, she whimpered, and closed her eyes, as the figure standing behind her finally showed his face.
It was John.
"Hey asshole, remember me?" He greeted me, then he pulled Ana and landed a kiss on her lips.
She pulled away, like I expected her to, but then John out of anguish landed a harsh backhand to her face.
She whimpered, and my blood raged.
"Jaxon? What is going?" Came Sonya's voice behind me, but before I could hide the phone from her, her shocked gasped told me that she had already seen everything.
"Oh my God Ana!" She gasped placing her hand on her mouth.
"Jaxon?" She looked up at me, her eyes already glistening with tears.
"I know." I reassured her, as I placed my hand on her shoulder, then I said "lock the door, wake Marcell up, you don't leave this place, nor do you open the door to anyone. Don't do anything until you hear from me." I explained to her, then before anything else, I made my way out if the mansion.
"Where are you and what do you want?" I questioned Stewart.
"Meet us at the warehouse. Come alone, unharmed. If I even sense that the bald eagle is with you, one bullet, and your dear Ana will be no more." He said, and I was already on my way.
"Fine." Then just like that I hung up.
My hands gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles were white, and my wrists hurt from the tension.
I gritted my teeth, and my breathing was harsh from my parted lips.
If anything were to happen to Ana, I would never forgive myself.
Who would've thought it to be true? Me, Jaxon Terrace, the cursed bachelor, have finally fallen in love.
I screeched to a halt when I reached the warehouse.
I didn't waste a second to exit the car, making sure to stuff my trusty friend in my shoe.
I'd be an idiot to face Stewart without a weapon.
I walked into the warehouse, and the second I stepped through the door Ana came to view.
She was strapped to a chair, her hair out in it's natural tight curls, some of it plastered to her face due to her sweat blood and tears.
Her mouth was duct taped, but as soon as she saw me, she started screaming against the tape.
I made a sign for her to keep quiet, as I looked around the perimeter, trying to sniff out Stewart and his little henchman.
But I should've known, just as Stewart came into view, a gun was suddenly on my temple.
"Remember me?" Questioned John as he appeared in my peripheral vision,
“No, for some reason I can't imagine you without a black eye, and a broken nose." I couldn't help to reply.
He growled out of anger, and before I could react, his hand came down harshly on the side of my face, as he used to gun to bruise my skin.
I groaned, but nevertheless straightened myself, making sure to spit out the blood from my mouth on his shoe.
He went to hit me again, but one word from Stewart he was backing away like the little lap dog that he was.
"Stewart." I greeted him calmly, as I approached Ana.
"Yeah, no. No time for pleasantries. Take it out"
Suddenly Stewart's gun was behind Ana's head.
"All right calm down." I said as I reached for the small gun that rested in my sock, when I pulled it out, I felt John's anxious aura behind me, and without thinking twice, I spun around, grabbed his outstretched arm, pulling his head to come into harsh contact with my knee.
His nose instantly started bleeding, I didn't waste a second, I knocked him to the floor, imprinting a bullet straight through his skull.
Stewart smiled and said "I wondered how long you were gonna wait before you took him out. Now here is how this is going to go. I took a bullet for this chick right here, who never even put out, so you take a bullet, and you both walk out of here."
"Right. What's the catch?" I asked calmly, my eyes flashing over Ana's silent tears.
"I shoot you in an area of my choosing. Plain and simple." He said, the smile never leaving his sadistic face.
"How about a roundabout? It's fair, and logical, may the best man win?" I suggested, at first his face seemed grim, but then he smiled again and said, "may the best man win."
He moved his gun from Ana's head and to his side, and I gripped mine harder, he took a step to the left, and I took one to the right, he took one to the right, and I took on to the left.
He took one step forward, and I did the same, he took another, and I followed suite.
When we were halfway close, we turned simultaneously, and walked away from each other.
There was an eerie moment of silence, where my heartbeat thrummed in my ears. My fingers began to sweat due to the death grip I had on my gun, it was now or never.
I heard him move just as I anticipated, and without wasting a second to doubt, I got as close to the floor as possible, making sure to shoot a bullet directly between his eyes.
Ana squealed as Stewart's body dropped a few feet from her, and I stood to my feet.
Her fearful eyes turned to me, and I could tell she was petrified.
I took a step towards Ana, and she jumped, her eyes flashing to the gun in my hand.
"Hey, don't be scared, I'm not going to do anything." I said softly, as I placed the gun on the ground and approached her slowly, as I raised my hands to show her that I wasn't going to hurt her.
"I'm going to unstrap you now ok?" I said, as I walked behind her and untied her hands, then I went around her and got on my knees as I untied her feet, my eyes glued to her glossy ones.
She watched my every move, as my fingers moved to her face, and slowly removed the tape.
Her right cheek was bruised from where John hit her, and I found my fingertips inching towards it, but she moved her face back, bringing me to reality.
I cleared my throat and stood up backing away from her, not too sure how to proceed with the situation.
She stood up on wobbly feet, and approached me, she looked up at me, as I looked down at her, then what happened next was as unexpected as it was expected.
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! You bastard!" She snapped and her tiny fists began to pound against my chest.
"Ana-"
"Shut up! Shut up! You bastard, you got rid of me, and put my life in danger. You made me fall for you, and then you broke my heart! I hate you!" She sobbed against my chest, as she gripped onto my shirt.
I found myself wrapping my hand around her shoulders, as they shook with every sob.
Suddenly she pulled away from me, wiped her tears, and left my personal space.
"Ana," I grabbed her arms, making her turn and face me, she opened her mouth to probably tell me off but before she could do that, I placed my lips onto hers, and kissed her as though I had missed her.
She melted into my arms, as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and I placed my hands on her waist pulling her closer.
When I pulled away, I had no other choice but to say, "Marry me."