Entrapped With My Exs Ruthless Uncle

Adrienne's POV

I was scrolling through the TV channels when I came across the news of one of my step-brothers being arrested for murdering an employee who threatened to spill the dirty work they engaged in underneath their business career. My munching sound slowed down as my stomach grumbled in extreme disgust. Why the hell do I have to see his face now?

I angrily tossed the remote at the television. Even though I had intentionally thrown it, I held my breath in fear that the screen might smash. I nervously tiptoed to the electronic device, rubbed the spot the remote had hit, and exhaled in relief "I'm glad you endured such pain" I grinned at the television and glared at the remote. I groan in discomfort to pick it up before moving to place it on the center table.

I shook my head, picked up my leftover chips, and strolled out of the living room to get ready for my night shift. The life of the wealthy people isn't the type I admired when I was growing up, because I figured out how much they are trapped in darkness and readiness to stabilize their status no matter the means. That dark world that had finished off my mother and had got all her fortune snatched from her.

I could have been massacred together with her twelve years ago, but I had escaped with the aid of a stranger. Watching my mother get slaughtered was the most traumatic occurrence I had ever experienced, and thankfully, after many years of trying to overcome my past, I was beginning to flourish after meeting the love of my life, Jeffery.

We have been dating for over three years. Like a rose that had weathered many storms, our bond had only grown stronger with time. He has been able to secure a decent job, and we have planned our future. Even though he had struggled financially for some time, he vehemently refused my suggestion for him to go back to his family for assistance. He made sure he survived his hard times alone with a bit of my aid, and that made me more proud of him. I wouldn't sleep a day without daydreaming about how we would take care of our kids while guiding them with good parental advice.

I shrugged my confection thoughts with a pleased smile, and neatly folded my scrub-suit uniform inside my bag. I stroll to my drawer to take a few dollars after a mind analysis of my budgets for the week. The vibrating of my phone jerked me out of my thoughts and Immediately, an abnormal cold ran down my spine.

Odd.

I instantly had a gut feeling about that particular message which I made sure I didn't check until I was inside the commercial bus on my way to work.

Immediately I got onto the bus, I settled and clicked on the message from a private number "My dear Layla, after so many years of hiding and living the life you wished for, you ought to come back to where you belong. I bet you thought we didn't know where you've been hiding all these years. Once you get down from that bus, meet up with me at the coffee shop opposite your hospital. I am sure that you don't want people close to you to be involved in your complicated life"

That simple message was enough to make my legs flutter in fear. I painfully bite my lips until they spill blood. I let it go when I began to feel difficulty in breathing. All at once, tiny pieces of my wretched past flash through my senses. I tightly grasped my bag to my chest as my eyes itched with tears. My lips were quivering terribly and my body felt as sunken as a drum with no skin.

What do they want again? I have lived the most years of my life on the run. They want me to be stained with blood. How did they find me? Why at this point when I believed I was halfway through accomplishing my dream life? I could visualize their smirk and devilish gaze as I reread the message hoping this was a nightmare.

It took the driver to scream like a maniac for me to discover that everyone had alighted from the bus. I was late for work already, but I didn't care because my life was on the brink of getting disgruntled again.

As I descended from the bus, I shut my eyes from making contact with the coffee shop. Immediately I attempted to raise my leg to cross, my phone vibrated with a warning message "Don't fucking dare!"

I reluctantly veered around with sweats plopping out of my skin nonstop. I mustered a little courage and tried my best to reassure myself of the fact that the space was huddled with cops. I was not convinced that the officers could stop them, but comforting myself with that was the only option.

It wasn't hard to spot one of the bastards at the right corner of the coffee shop. I tried my best to look fearless, but my dread overshadowed me physically as I convulsed while trying to sit.

I was hoping it wasn't one of them.

Draco gradually lifted his head and honed his sinister eyes at me. "Long time, no see, my dear sister" he cracked up at my frozen self. "Damn, it must have been so tough to tour the whole country for thirteen years just to disguise. Let's cut the intro short, Drake was charged with murder" he began and leaned back on the soft chair "You are the only one left to attest to a contract that would save him" he groaned and irritatingly licked his jagged lips.

"What is the contract about?" I raised my brows in a query.

Draco scoffed and positioned his intertwined hands on the table. "Since when do you think you can question me? You are still the ten years old weak Layla" he groans and licks his lips again.