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Chapter Forty-Three: It's Over
Chase's P.O.V.
I wake up only ten minutes after I fell asleep. Without Adam it's pointless to try. Knowing him he probably moved to the other side of the mansion. I get up and grab the teddy bear named after me. My hand is placed on the wall supporting my weight as I walk to his room. I open the door. Empty. His bag is still unpacked and I dig for a tee. I pull it over my head. It fits smug on my growing stomach. Sighing I walk over to the bed and lie down. I snuggle up to the teddy bear and pull the cool sheets over my frame.
Adam's P.O.V.
Mr. Davenport tied his brother up to lure Krane. Basically a badly planned ambush considering he's bionic. Waiting has worn out my patience thin and I leave. I go out and its raining. Pouring. But this ends now. Despite any weather conditions.
I walk out the house my hair growing damp and my clothes clinging to my body. I look and feel like a drowned cat. And though I'm probably looking for trouble I can't help but hate that guy's guts. And soon enough I find him waiting for me.
"Well well," the bastard begins.
He looks relaxed leaning against the wall like the son of a bitch he is.
In a moment of fury from seeing him again I throw a blast wave towards him. He catches it and hauls it back at me. It throws me back until I'm five feet away from where I stood.
"I'll shatter you into a million pieces!" I threaten.
"I'd like to see you try!" He scoffs back.
"I keep my promises," I hiss.
"Please," Krane rolls his eyes.
I punch him and beat him. Hot boiled blood courses through my veins. It makes my vision turn red. He fights back blue eyes darkening in anger.
"Douglas might have failed but I won't," he assures.
"Burn in hell!" I shout firing at him with my heat vision.
He retaliates and then punches the ground. He uses so much force that it shakes it beneath my feet. An earthquake. I fall to down and he takes the opportunity to tackle me. In moments he's towering over me. His white mask is cracked and it falls next to my head.
Chase's P.O.V.
An hour later the light raining from before turns into a storm. The droplets pound on the roof waking me up from my slumber. I walk out to the living room where everyone else is. Tasha, Owen, and Leo are sleeping on the couch or floor. Leo, oddly enough, on both. Mr. Davenport is pacing back and forth and Bree is interrogating Douglas.
"What's going on?" I ask.
Three sets of eyes land to look at me.
"Chase it's late you should be sleeping," Mr. Davenport chastise.
I check the time, "it's one-thirty A.M. I think it's very early in my opinion," I joke.
It didn't lighten the dark mood and it's only then that I realize it's eerily quiet.
"Where's Adam?" I ask.
"Chase...he's missing...he's been gone for over an hour," he sighs.
Bree and Mr. Davenport leave Douglas and come to speak and explain.
"Missing?" I mouth unable to form words.
"We've been trying to get a location on Krane thinking maybe...I hate to think of the possibility, maybe he has him," he explains.
"Sorry Chase," Bree says.
She tries to console me and give me a hug but I back off.
I walk back to my room emotionless. I put on a black long-sleeve shirt, skinny jeans that still fit, and my old converse. I pull over a hoodie and put on my hood before walking out the back door.
I locate Adam's GPS signal and it takes me twenty minutes to arrive at an abandoned building. I hide in the shadows and watch as Krane towers over Adam. I use my molecularkinesis to throw what resembles a dumpster. He backs off and Adam takes the opportunity to attack him.
Suddenly we hear footsteps and as Krane becomes immobile Adam comes toward me. He presses against me hiding as the heavy footfalls become closer and louder.
"I thought you were asleep," he whispers.
"Can't sleep without you," I answer tiredly.
A group of men already surrounding Krane.
"Victor Krane you are under arrest for being an accomplice to Douglas Davenport and for the use of illegal manufacturing," a buff man with FBI printed on his vest says.
"You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you. If you do not have a lawyer to represent you, one will be provided." Another says in his monotone voice as they take him away.
"Man he's fugly," Mr. Davenport comments appearing from the entrance.
"We'll take care of everything from here," someone else says.
"Thanks for everything," he replies grateful.
Once everyone leaves he makes his way toward us.
"We got him...He will never hurt you or anyone else again," he whispers as he hugs us.
"I'm still angry," Adam states.
"Why?" Leo asks.
Seems like the whole family decided to join us.
He turns to glare at me, "you could've been hurt."
"But it's over now," I say softly.
"As long as you're safe," he agrees.
We make our way home. Adam and I decide to walk the storm already residing, the rest drive. His hand slips into mine as we go.
"Come back, please," I beg.
"Chase-"
"Please Adam."
He sighs resigned, "alright."
Adam's P.O.V.
We enter the house and see that everyone is settled down. Owen is sleeping over with Leo and Bree in the living room. They called Janelle to come and crash but it's too late. Then again who knows right? Mr. D and Tasha are already in their room. Chase and I head to ours. Chase changes back to pjs and I go take a freezing cold shower.
I come out dripping wet with the towel hung loose on my hips. When I reenter the room Chase is sleeping soundly on our bed. His hand is on his protruding stomach. I put on some boxer shorts and my comfy grey sweats. Then I climb in the bed behind him.
"Thank you Adam," he whispers.
"You're still awake?" I ask.
He turns around to face me.
"'m sorry...for everything," I sigh.
"I never blamed you," he smiles sadly.
We snuggle closer together our baby settled between us.
"I love you Chasey."
"Love you too," he yawns.
In moments I can hear his breathing even out again. I smile fondly at him and I can't help but check his neck the guilt bubbling back. The angry red is replaced by purple and blue. I sit up on the edge and place my head in my hands.
"He loves you," Mr. D says from the door.
I turn and look at him curiously.
"Don't blame yourself for something we had no control over," he walks over and hugs me.
The first fatherly gesture I've ever felt from him.
"I'm proud of you...both of you," he whispers.
"Thanks...dad," I reply hugging him back.
xoxoxoxo
A month and a half later... I get a phone call. Nothing important really. Or so I thought.
"Hey what are you doing this weekend?" Owen asks.
"Uh work why?" I ask.
"Free your next weekend when Chase turns eight months," he says.
"Why?"
"I'll explain later."
The phone line went dead.
"Who was it?" Chase asks, waddling into the room.
"Owen.." I inform but don't elaborate, I have an idea on what he's planning.
"Are you okay?" I ask concerned after noticing him.
"Tired...it's becoming harder to walk. I think I might go to permanent bed rest," he sighs sadly.
"It's summer vacation..you should be out and having fun...sorry," he mumbles.
"I prefer spending my days with you," I assure.
I walk over to his side and wrap an arm around his waist.
"Thanks," he says gratefully.
"Welcome," I smile brightly.
I place him down on the bed. The marks on his neck faded thankfully but his feet are swollen. I start to rub and massage his feet. He moans in pure relief. I grin knowingly.
"Get up here," Chase demands.
I smirk and follow his order.