The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Despite his words, several guns were pointed at Molly nearby.

Molly suddenly looked up and saw Enrico sitting at the table. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Normally, Enrico treated her coldly. Whenever they were alone, he would leave her aside, not even wanting to look at her. But now he came to rescue her. His way of expressing himself must be different from ordinary people’s. She looked at Enrico as if she had seen a god descending from heaven, suddenly crying out in distress, “Mr. Gustin, save me, Mr. Gustin, save me…”

Enrico looked at Molly expressionlessly, quickly averting his gaze. “Is there anyone else?”

Mr. Taylor hesitated. The head kidnapper immediately leaned over and whispered in his ear, “When we tied people up, Molly clung to them tightly. To avoid further trouble, I brought everyone back together. I wanted to kill her cleanly, but that woman is tough. Her skills are good, so I temporarily pacified her there. We’ll see what to do later.”

“What people?” Mr. Taylor asked.

“Just bystanders,” the head kidnapper said.

Mr. Taylor thought Enrico didn’t want too many people to know about his weakness, so he smiled and said, “Mr. Gustin, rest assured, I’ve killed all the other people we brought back. As for my people, once you sign this document, I guarantee not a word will leak.”

“Killed?” Hearing this, Jaden’s face turned pale. Did Paige die?

Enrico chuckled as he picked up the pen from the table and twirled it between his fingers. He looked at Mr. Taylor with amusement in his eyes and casually replied, “Killed?”

“Yes, indeed. My men are efficient,” Mr. Taylor emphasized, his eyes fixed on the pen in Enrico’s hand, urging him to sign quickly.

“Well done,” Enrico continued twirling the pen, nonchalantly asking, “How did you kill them?”

Mr. Taylor found his question strange and glanced at the head kidnapper standing nearby. The leader of the kidnappers stood there and made a gesture of cutting the neck with his hand, “One cut and the person dies straight away.”

Stopping his pen twirling, Enrico slowly removed the pen cap, said, “People I won’t even touch, and you just go ahead and kill her?”

Paige, hidden in the shadows, paused at his words. What did he mean by that?

Mr. Taylor clearly puzzled, sat there looking bewildered. Suddenly, Enrico’s face darkened, his eyes filled with murderous intent. “Who the fuck allowed you to do that?”

With those words, he threw the pen that had its cap removed swiftly towards Mr. Taylor.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Taylor didn’t even have time to react. The pen’s tip stabbed into his throat, causing him instant pain. He fell from his chair, clutching his neck spraying with blood, unable to utter a word, only frantically waving for help.

This sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.

“Kill him!” The head kidnapper shouted furiously.

All guns immediately aimed at Enrico. Jaden grabbed a chair and smashed it at the kidnappers nearby, creating an opening.

They quickly took cover behind a pillar. Jaden swiftly handed a gun to Enrico.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Gunshots echoed deafeningly throughout the abandoned building.

The two maids covered their ears in fright, while downstairs, Molly’s hysterical cries could be heard.

The kidnapper who had been beside Paige didn’t even spare her a glance, quickly grabbing a weapon and heading downstairs.

Enrico picked up his gun behind the pillar and stepped out, firing one shot after another.

Seeing his extremely grim expression, Paige turned to the two maids. “Let’s go,”. Her life experiences had taught her one thing: never rely on others; survival meant self-reliance.

“Uh, okay,” Olivia and Susan, completely frightened, obeyed her instructions without question.

Jaden grabbed a submachine gun and sprayed bullets around. After notifying reinforcements via phone, Jaden looked at Enrico and asked, “Boss, should we head out first?” There could still be remaining kidnappers hiding in the building.

“I’ll go pick up her body,” Enrico said coldly, walked through the blood-stained hall, gun in hand.

Molly lay on the ground, having narrowly escaped a round of bullets in terror. Seeing Enrico walk past, she desperately cried out, “Mr. Gustin, save me…”

Enrico didn’t even glance down at her, kicking her aside with a foot as he continued walking inward.

Paige hurriedly led Olivia and Susan downstairs with rifles in hand, preparing to exit through the corridor outside the main hall. But just as they descended, the gunfire suddenly ceased. How could the firefight end so quickly? How did they manage to win against so many enemies in an instant? Or had Enrico and Jaden fallen?

Frowning, Paige was about to cautiously peek out when footsteps echoed in the stairwell-someone was coming up.

Quickly, she pulled Olivia and Susan into a nearby room. Back pressed against the cold wall, rifle gripped tightly, she kept her eyes fixed on the doorway.

Outside, the footsteps seemed deliberate, intermittent, making it impossible to discern their destination.

Were they kidnappers? If it were Enrico or Jaden, they would have retreated by now, seeking the safest option, not recklessly approaching. Paige analyzed the situation.

The door moved.

Paige quickly aimed the gun in her hand, while simultaneously, a black gun muzzle pressed against her forehead.

It was Enrico. Not a kidnapper…

Her hand trembled on the trigger, almost pulling it.

The two stood face to face in the dusty concrete room, guns pointed at each other.

In the moment he saw her, a flicker of astonishment crossed his eyes.

In the moment she saw him, unable to change her emotions in time, her gaze was cold and fierce, devoid of her usual daze.

Paige looked at him, feeling almost tempted to post online and ask what to do in such a situation. Why did he rush up here? Wasn’t he afraid that there might be kidnappers hiding in the dark?

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Finally, Enrico made a move. He casually tossed away his own gun and fearlessly grabbed hold of her rifle’s barrel, pushing her back against the wall. Paige was pressed firmly against the wall, feeling its coldness against her back.

His intense gaze slid to her unharmed neck. “I fucking knew you wouldn’t die so easily, you little thing,” he said, his tone cutting.

With that, he suddenly lowered his head and sank his teeth into her neck.

“Ah-” Paige cried out in pain, tilting her head back. She couldn’t resist, forced to endure his bite.

His sharp teeth grazed her skin, and just when she thought he might kill her, Enrico changed his approach. Greedily, like a vampire, he began sucking at her neck’s artery, his actions ambiguous and sensual.

Paige shivered with numbness from being sucked.

After a moment, Enrico finally released her, licking the red mark he had left on her neck. His voice was hoarse. “You belong to me.”

She didn’t understand what he want to do, so she could only watch him quietly.

“Boss, the building is under control…” Jaden rushed in excitedly, only to see Enrico pressing Paige against the wall with the rifle, leaving him dumbfounded.

Enrico threw the rifle aside and examined Paige from head to toe, not missing a single detail, from the blood splattered on her skirt and shoes, which had already dried, to the fresh blood on her arm.

He suddenly lifted her wrist, wiping away the blood with his fingertips, revealing a deep gash from a hooked blade on her fair skin. He frowned deeply. “They did this?”

Paige was just thinking whether she should answer when Enrico lifted her up and walked out, “Lean against me.”

“What, still pretending?” Enrico looked at her coldly. “Paige.”

Paige widened her eyes in shock, looking at him. She thought he might have guessed that she wasn’t mentally ill early on, but she didn’t expect him to know her name. He knew everything. Why hadn’t he exposed her? What did he really want?

“Lean against me,” Enrico repeated his command, his tone now very stern.

Paige hesitated for a moment, then chose to lean against his chest.