Pregnant I left him To His First Love novel Chapter 196

“Take that fucking page and rip it to shreds Carmela, I want the fuck out of here, nothing else,” Tristan replies, backing away from the prison bars and going back to lay on his bed.

He lies face up, staring at the flickering bulb above with his hands behind his head.

“Tristan,” Carmela calls, “do we have an agreement? I promise, this time, I’ll be able to get you out. I need you to be a witness in court, I have everything figured out. You just need to stick to your original story, we’ll let them sentence you and her to death but I’ll get you out before you get to the guillotine and you can go anywhere you want.”

Tristan slowly turns his head to look at her with rage and disgust in his eyes before he shifts his gaze back to the flickering bulb, a sullen look in his eyes.

“Go away Carmela, I don’t want to see you unless you’re here to get me out.”

He closes his eyes and heaves a deep sigh.

He shouldn’t be in this mess, he didn’t even kill the fucking witch. When he got there, she was already dead, cut up like a fucking animal, stabbed in multiple places, fucking mutilated, that’s not even his fucking style.

Whoever killed her was a beast, a fucking psycho. He felt a crazy strong aura around the room when he stepped in, it was just the remnant from the person’s presence but it almost choked him to death just from being there for a few minutes.

He’s a professional at what he does, he could not possibly go back and tell Carmela that someone else had done the job and the pay was good. If he knew the whole thing was going to turn into a fucking shit show, he would have just told the fucking truth and backed out.

“Tristan, you fucking listen to me right now. You’re not anymore safe than I am right now if Leila comes for us and I know the fucking bitch has some plans up her sleeves. Now if you want get out of this alive, you’re going to fucking do as I—”

Carmela pauses and turns back, hearing footsteps approach. She had already bribed the guards to give her an hour alone with Tristan. They know the routine when she’s around, they never come down here.

The footsteps slowly get louder and closer.

“Hey! Which one of you is there?” Carmela peers into the distance but she doesn’t see anyone.

She frowns. Could someone have been following her, no one but her trusted guards know she comes here to see Tristan and she cannot risk anyone finding out.