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Chapter Twenty

"One for the money, two for the show

I love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go

How did you get that way? I don't know

You're screwed up and brilliant,

Look like a million dollar man,

So why is my heart broke?"

-Lana Del Rey "Million Dollar Man"

Trust; it's a two way street, as is respect.

So what happens when they are abused? Well that how people become corrupted.

Trust and respect are not easily earned, but holy shit, they can be lost with the snap of a finger, let me tell you that.

I stared at my shaking hands as I sat in the back of the police car, my stomach knotting with trepidation. The fear was paralyzing me, making me sick and dizzy as I watched the scenery pass by through the windows of the car.

In the front sat Sampson and some woman, who by the looks of it, was a police chief of some sort. I felt as though I was about to throw up, as each passing second sent waves of nausea over my body.

How did this happen? How did we go from being so happy, to being completely and utterly fucked.

I feel frustration rack my body as my mind worked over all the newfound information I had just been flooded with.

After Sampson had left me, I let the tears wash over my face. I was hurt, quite obviously, and sickened to my stomach. I cried until my throat was raw, and I was left with a bloody taste in my mouth. My head ached intensely, and I found myself unable to breathe. Even in the midst of all my choking, I continued to cry and sob until I felt nothing.

How I longed to feel numb again.

But not right now. Right now I felt everything; all those emotions I've buried have come back to life. Anger surged through my veins. It fueled my every thought and every breath.

I was livid and this hatred made me blood thirsty.

Betrayal, it's the absolute worst.

It's sickening, consuming, and brings out the true evil that every person fights to keep hidden.

But that's just it. We are human, and humans are flawed and corrupted. We have to be, in order to survive. The evil that dwells within all of us is controlling; yet it's always the weak ones who fight it.

They are the ones who want to stay pure.

I scoffed to myself.

It's the strong ones who allow the evil to take over, to devour them fully. And by doing so, you give yourself the power to destroy that evil.

Betrayal ignited the evil within me, the evil that I have not faced in quite some time. But rather being alarmed by it, I welcomed it.

Betrayal took me by the hand and led me to Chief Carter. It whispered all the words I spoke, as I followed it with adoration and infatuation. It was my guiding light during the downfall of my reality.

Betrayal took the last bit of humanity right from me.

Betrayal left me as a shell of my former self: the girl who allowed herself to be carefree and loving.

The police car pulled to a stop, signaling that we had arrived at our destination. I peered around the garage we were in, instantly recognizing it to be the garage of a police station.

I nearly barked out a laugh at the though of the Kings gang cooped up in a cell, helplessly waiting for a savoir to swoop down and break them out of there.

I followed Chief Carter and Sampson silently as we made our way through the barren halls of the station. I couldn't help but smirk at the horrified looks that were being thrown my way as I walked by.

I let my face become stoic as Carter stopped in front of a closed door, glancing at Sampson as she did so.

I rolled my eyes at her actions, impatiently waiting for her to open the door so that I could tear down Kings once and for all.

Betrayal did this to me.

Betrayal made me desire revenge more than anything; and revenge was exactly what I was going to get.

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Everything had been expertly planned out. They say that Mason is the brains of Kings, but I beg to differ.

Every meeting, every moment had been designed to lead me further and further into his trap, and Sebastian barely had to lift a finger.

It disgusted me to know that I had fallen for him, yet it seemed only natural that the one guy I would truly develop feelings for would be the most manipulative, cunning man I've ever met.

I felt my breath catch as Carter opened the door, allowing me to see the boys for the first time since I was kidnapped and he was arrested. I felt the tension bubble under my skin and I quickly took a few calming breaths.

Physically walking into the room was a lot harder than expected. Anger and adrenaline had powered me before, but now it felt as though my tank was empty, and I was left lifeless.

The feeling of uncertainty hung over me like a dark cloud, as I gulped anxiously in front of the door. Without giving it another thought, I felt my hand shoot out and latch onto the cold metal knob. With one last breath, I opened the door swiftly and marched inside of the room, my confidence faltering as I stared through the glass before me.

Chief Carter and the boys handcuffed and seated in what looked to be an interrogation room. I could see the weariness in there expressions, as they awaited their much-deserved punishment.

My lips curled in distaste as I stared at the boys before me. My eyes scanned the thin glass that separated me from the people who had taken my life into their hands and turned it inside out.

I found my expression turning sour as I stared at Sebastian, to be specific. My heart stopped as his eyes rose to stare at the glass, exactly where I was standing. I felt as though I couldn't breathe as his brows furrowed, as though he was confused by something.

As if he were confused as to why I was there, standing behind the mirror and plotting my revenge.

"Because you betrayed me," I whispered softly. I felt my stomach twist uncomfortably.

"He can't see me, right?" I nearly shrieked as his eyes refused to look away from me.

I flinched as a hand rested on my shoulder, and I found myself staring into Sampson's dull eyes.

"No, of course not. They can't see you or hear you." It was as if he was trying to reassure me.

I wanted to scream as I realized what Sampson was doing. He was trying to make sure I knew I was safe, for the time being that is. He actually thought I was scared right now, and that thought made me sick.

I was done being scared.

I was done being dependent.

Because in the end, the only you can trust is yourself.

"I want to go in," I finally said, after waiting for what seemed to be hours. Sebastian had finally looked away, and I had watched as his shoulders slumped down a bit, indicated that he was relaxing.

I think it's time I give him a bit of a scare.

"Wait," I felt myself flinch again as Chief Carter's hand was placed onto my arm. I didn't hold myself back from throwing her a nasty glare, one that made her cringe awkwardly.

Good, I thought to myself, feel my fucking wrath.

Needless to say, I was furious with this woman. I get her thirst for revenge, trust me, I really get it, but endangering numerous amounts of people in order to get it isn't something a police chief should be doing.

In all honestly, I was fucking pissed that she had me tortured and beaten all the while she had some deal going on with Sampson. We could have skipped all the abuse, but apparently that wasn't an option in this psychopath's plan.

"What?" I asked bitterly, watching with satisfaction as her hand dropped from my arm.

She straightened herself out, a pathetic attempt to look powerful and strong.

"We need to discuss what will happen after you give up the information on Kings," she stated, eyeing me cautiously as if I were about to go back on my word.

There wasn't a chance in hell that I wasn't giving up information. If the Kings were going to be taken down, I plan to do everything that I can to help.

"Yes, I understand." I muttered, "But why don't we just let them know they are fucked? Huh?" I felt a smirk grace my face as I thought of their reactions when I walked through the door.

She frowned at my word choice before a smirk of her own appeared on her face.

"You're just as corrupted as they say." She gave me a look mixed with adoration and disgust, a look that I was very familiar with. I allowed my smirk to deepen, although at this point I could feel something stirring within me.

"Why don't we discuss my plans for you first, and then we can get to the fun part?" She offered, yet her tone told me otherwise. It was her game to play, and I was going to have to play by the rules.

"Why not?" I questioned, my tone sickly sweet.

She lead me out of the room, not noticing the look I threw back to the boys, my eyes fluttering over each one.

Sampson did though, as he leaned in and whispered, "You better not be having any second thoughts about this."

I rolled my eyes at him before sarcastically punching his shoulder. "Of course not, Sampsy, you have my word."

I wanted to laugh as he rubbed his shoulder, wincing as his hand came in contact with the bruise that I was sure to be forming. I heard him growl angrily under his breath, as he continued to stare at me as we walked.

"Well sorry," he spat out, "But I'm not exactly sure how much your word exactly stands for."

I felt a malicious grin spreading over my lips as Chief Carter walked into her office, signaling for me follow, I turned back to Sampson, my body blocking his entrance.

"I guess you're just going to have to find out." I said, with my signature sardonic smirk. "Don't you just love the thrill of uncertainty?"

Sampson's lips thinned out as he glared at me angrily. I simply shrugged as I went to shut the door behind myself, pausing when his hand shot out and prevented it from closing.

"Excuse me," he snapped, "But I think I should be able to get in on this too."

I gritted my teeth before faking a grin. "I don't think so, Sampsy."

With that, I slammed the door in his face, and flicked the lock for good measure. Sampson instantly gave up, as he didn't even try knocking after he was locked out. By the time I turned around, Chief Carter was already seated, and watching me with an amused expression. While it seemed as though we were on the same team, something about Chief Carter made me feel the need to be cautious.

"Have a seat," she said with a smile.

I forced one back at her before sitting down on a nearby chair.

"So," I started, "What's your plan?"

She folded her hands formally before she began to speak. "First, after you give up whatever information we need, we're going to need to get you out of here as soon as possible. Even though the Kings will be locked up, I don't want to risk anything."

The tone of her voice was indicating that I should trust her, and see that she was trying to help-

If only she really knew how many times I have heard that fucking tone.

I merely nodded my head in agreement, although I knew she was only using me for the information.

I didn't mind the whole escape plan though. If anything, I desperately needed a fresh start, and there wasn't a chance in hell I'd get one in London. I needed out, and Chief Carter was going to do that for me.

So I guess, in a sense, we were both using each other.

"I'm going to offer you a fair amount of money, so that you'll be able to start a proper life for yourself wherever you intend to go. I had all your belongings packed up from the gang's house, so if you-"

"Burn it all, give it away, I don't want any of it." My tone was sharp and lethal, and closed off, not allowing any room for discussion.

Chief Carter hesitated at my words, before she continued. "Okay well then, after today is over, I will give you the money and a free plane ticket to wherever you want, and we will part ways forever."

I nodded my head stiffly at the word, "forever." I hadn't actually considered the fact that I'd be leaving London for good. The concept had clearly not been processed properly; was I really going to leave the place I grew up, forever?

Did I even have the strength to do that?

This was my home. Everything I knew was here, and I was about to just abandon it all.

"Of course," Carter continued, not noticing my inner conflict, "If you ever need anything, don't be afraid to just ring us. We'd be happy to help, that is, but you'll need to understand that at some point we'll have to cut our ties."

I scowled at her words, "What makes you think I'll need any help?"

I was looking for a fight, that much I could tell. Bitter resentment filled me with every breath I took, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was mad. I was fucking angry.

"You're just a child."

That too.

I stood immediately, my eyes ablaze. "Don't you dare tell or even call me that. I am not a child. And if you're so hell bent on making me out to be one, what does that make you? Striking up a life changing deal with a child? Who the fuck does that?" My tone was lethal and venomous as every word leaked from my mouth.

I wasn't a child. I had never been a child. That was just it, and it was something she could never understand, not in a million years.

"Listen, Evie," my skin bristled at the use of my nickname, and I felt an urge to wrap my hands around her neck and strangle the life right out of her.

"If you can't handle this, I suggest you walk out of this office right now before I'm forced to have you arrested myself. Don't forget that you're just as bad as the men in that room."

Her attitude had changed. She was no longer the woman trying to convince me that she was doing the right thing. She was now Chief Carter, who was a police woman desperate for revenge.

The thought of that made my mouth start again, a rant building that I could not suppress.

"That's the thing. You are doing this all because of revenge. Not with the intention of making London a better place. No," I barked out a harsh laugh, "That is not the reason at all. You are an angry, hurt, little girl who is so obsessed with destroying the ones who destroyed her life. But let me tell you one thing, you will never be satisfied. Not a day will go by in which you don't think about your dead family. Why? Because they are fucking dead and there is not a single thing in the world that will change it. Not even revenge."

I sat down as I finished, my chest heaving as I fought to contain the fire within myself.

Her lips were set at a tight line, and her beady eyes raked over my shaking form as she allowed my words to sink in.

I felt my hand reach out for the shiny, small, metallic object on her desk, giving myself something to play with as I breathed deeply and painfully. I hadn't realized how much that rant would take out of me, but I was glad I got it off my chest.

"What you said is true," She finally spoke, surprising me. "I will never get my family back, and I will let this insatiable need for revenge be my own destruction. It is too late for me to turn away, frankly because I haven't had this realization like the one you have clearly had."

My fingers delicately traced over the outline of the object in my hands as I listened to her words, struggling to focus on what she was trying to say as millions of thoughts raced through my mind.

"This has been on your mind for a while now, that much is obvious. So tell me, why have you decided to go through with this hopeless revenge. Turning over the Kings to me won't take back the betrayal you feel, we both know that. I'm just curious as to why you have agreed to help me."

I felt a smirk slide onto my lips as my cold eyes met her curious ones. "While I criticized your antics, I never said I was any different. Like you, I'm just a hurt, little girl who is going to let revenge tear her life apart. But I suppose that doesn't matter that I am destroying myself. Why? Because for a split second there, I know I will feel the slightest bit of satisfaction, and that-" I paused looking her dead in the eyes,"is what revenge is all about."

We sat there, staring at each other like two enemies who have agreed on something for the first time. I watched in sickening fascination as she laughed loudly, a smile breaking out across her face.

"You're bloody brilliant," she whispered in awe, "It's a shame you won't be able to work with me after this."

I couldn't help but notice the hope that laced her tone, and the question that hung with her words. Shaking my head slightly, I gave my answer.

"After this, I'm going to leave. I won't need any help; so don't expect me to ever contact you again. I'm going to start a new life for myself, wherever that is, I don't know. And you, you should do the same."

When she shot me another smile, I knew I had broken through to her. She was on my side now. I could have made her done whatever I wanted at that moment, because I was now the one with the power.

I watched her carefully as she lifted her phone, indicating that the plan was set in motion, and that a car was to be ready and waiting for me in ten minutes. She looked me over once more before letting out a soft laugh.

"Before we go into the room, and successfully ruin the lives of those who have ruined us, why don't you go get cleaned up? You look like shit."

I inwardly praised myself for my acting skills as I laughed at her words, while in reality I just wanted to slap her.

No thanks to you, I thought to myself. I quickly pocketed my new toy before nodding and agreeing with her.

"You can get cleaned up in that bathroom over there, and I've left some clothes for you to change into when you're done."

I faked a grateful smile before exiting the office. Ignoring Sampson's questions, I stepped into the bathroom and effectively locked the door behind myself, making sure that I wouldn't have to deal with anyone's nonsense for at least fifteen minutes.

I sighed as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, eyeing the dark bruises that scattered over my pale skin. Chief Carter wasn't kidding; I did look like shit. Worse, even.

I gasped as a wave of nostalgia and sadness swept me off my feet, leaving me cowered on the tiled floor of the shower while freezing water pelted down onto my weak form.

"Why don't you just leave him?" I asked. The question was all too familiar with me, and while I knew the answer would be the same, I always felt the need to ask my mother this.

She laughed lightly as she stared at the mirror, her eyes swimming with tears. She was in pain and she wouldn't do anything about it.

That was something I could never understand. If you had the chance to put an end to your misery, wouldn't you?

No one likes to suffer, at least, not if they can help it.

"You wouldn't understand this now," my mother spoke, "but your father is my million dollar man, baby, and there's nothing I can do about it but love him."

I guess that was the day I shut the concept of love out of my life. Love shouldn't be destructive; yet it is.

Love is just beautiful destruction.

I stepped out of the shower, quickly drying myself off as more unwanted memories flooded back to me.

"Mom, are you high again?" I snapped, my voice cracking as my pain became too overwhelming to hide any longer.

Her eyes shot up to meet mine, a look of shock coating her features. "No, I am not." Her response was soft, telling me that my words had struck a nerve in her. I felt the guilt pool in the pit of my stomach, but I couldn't find it in myself to apologize.

"Then what the hell are you talking about? What is a 'million dollar man'?" My words were sharp and angry, but they were full of my unexpressed torture. I needed some sort of explanation from her. Why, how could she just expect me to understand her at all?

She turned to face me, and instantly my eyes drifted to the bruises that decorated her skin.

"He's the one you can't leave, not even if you wanted to, not even if you tried. Because in the midst of all the chaos in life, he's the one you're going to want, the one that you're going to need. And you can't leave him, because you don't want to."

Her words made bile rise in my throat.

"You'll know, baby girl, you'll know exactly what I mean when you find him--When you find your million dollar man."

I hope I never do, I remember thinking to myself. I hope I don't turn out like this.

I snapped back to reality at the sound of someone knocking on the door. Tears were flooding down my cheeks, but my face was expressionless.

I had to do this.

Chief Carter had everything she needed, and know the last part of it was for me to finally get my revenge.

I pulled my small toy out of the pocket of my battered shorts, holding it tightly in my hand as I slipped another object into my back pocket. After cleaning my face, I sighed and gave up, seeing that this was as good as it was going to get.

I flung open the door when I was finished, glaring angrily at Sampson, who had his fist poised, ready to come down on the door again.

"Finally," he snapped, smirking down at me.

My cold look seemed to do the trick, as he shifted uncomfortably, looking around the hallway, before motioning me to follow him.

"Are you, uh, ready?" He asked, looking uncertain.

"Why the fuck would I not be?" My voice came out strong and bitchy, making me smile on the inside. I needed to be strong right now.

I entered the dark room, staring at the three boys behind the glass. I forced all emotion out of my being, and focused on the anger and adrenaline to kick back in and fuel me in my last attack against them.

This is it, I told myself, once you do this, you'll never have to see them again.

But do you want that?

I felt myself hesitate, and then realized that Sampson was saying something to me.

"...Just come in when the time is right, okay?" He asked, looking at me deeply. I nodded my head, although I wasn't exactly sure of what he had been telling me before hand.

I watched as Chief Carter and Sampson entered the interrogation room, knowing smirks on their faces.

I pulled both objects out of my pocket, giving myself something to distract myself with as I listened to them talk to the boys. Their voices were sickly sweet, and by the time I looked up, I felt something tug on my insides.

Sebastian's expression was murderous, while the rest of the boy's looked incredibly pissed off.

If they think they're pissed off now, just wait till I walk in.

"Well since Mason has wiped all of the evidence, how the hell are you going to get anyone to provide you with any information to testify against us?" Sebastian's voice was gruffer than I had remembered, and something about hearing him sent shivers down my body. "No one would be that stupid."

I felt my body move forward, ready to walk through the doorway and declare myself as the one and only stupid idiot who would go against the most powerful gang in London.

Well, the former, most powerful gang in London.

"Oh really?" Chief Carter hissed, making me stop in my tracks.

Sebastian sneered, his eyes glinting with hatred. "I'm fucking positive. He'd have to be absolutely suicidal to even try to take the Kings down."

"She."

My voice rang out, hard and steady.

"And you're wrong," I said, malice leaking into my words, "She isn't fucking suicidal."

I took slow, deliberate steps towards Sebastian, maintaining eye contact the whole way.

"She's pissed as fuck."

I felt the rush of adrenaline shoot through my being, and my hand acted on its own. The sound of the slap echoed throughout the room, and those in it could only watch on with absolute shock.

A red mark was blossoming on Sebastian's cheek, and I watched dully as he worked his jaw around, trying to ease the pain.

"I trusted you," I snarled, my eyes glinting as anger poured out of me. "I trusted you and you fucking abused my trust. Hell, you fucking abused me." I felt my fists clench and unclench.

"Remember when I tried to run away, and when you found me, you decided to beat me into a bloody pulp?" A humorless laugh left my lips as the memory shot through my head. "I hated you for that. I hated that you were beating your way into my life, and there was nothing I could do about it. You made me feel helpless and worthless."

I looked over at Mason and Callum, who were both wearing confused expressions as they watched this exchange. I wanted to go off on them too, but with the majority of my hatred focused on Sebastian, I didn't want to waste any energy I had left in my already weak body.

"How do you feel now, Sebastian?" I hissed out, leaning down to his eye level. "How do you feel to know that I've given them all the information they needed, and more? To know that everything you and your fucking gang have worked for, well, it's all gone. And what can you do about it? Absolutely nothing."

His expression went from confused to hurt to angered in the span of a few seconds, common side effects of something I know as betrayal.

"Before you say a fucking word," I snarled, "I want you to know that I know everything. I know about how you planned out everything perfectly; every meeting and every attack. I know that I was just a part of some power play for you and the Kings."

Although my eyes were only on Sebastian, I could tell I had struck a nerve, and a good one at that. The tension had risen incredibly as Sebastian paled dramatically at the sound of my words.

"No, no, Evie it's not like that at all," he began, his eyes wide and frantic.

I merely shook my head at him, and bitterly laughed in response. "Don't even try. It's too late for any of that. I've sold you all out and there's nothing you can do about it. For once, the almighty Sebastian King has nowhere left to run and I'm fucking on cloud nine because I got to be a part of ruining you and your precious gang."

Sebastian's expression remained hurt for a few seconds, before it twisted into something so horrific I felt myself suck in my breath out of fear.

His dark eyes cut through my body as he gave me a look that could send me six feet under.

"Betraying a gang is the worst thing a person can do," he hissed out, his eyes black with anger.

I felt a smirk slip easily onto my lips, "And I'm about to show you just how bad betraying me can be."

I moved quickly, so that there was no chance that I could be stopped. The knife was taken from my back pocket at such high speeds; I don't think Sebastian had even realized he had been stabbed until Sampson was dragging me away.

I didn't even flinch when Sebastian growled out in pain his eyes blazing as he stared at the knife lodged into his thigh.

"I will fucking kill you," he seethed.

At his words, I gathered enough strength to break free from Sampson. I got closer to Sebastian, and only then did I let the hurt and anguish show on my expression.

"You completely ruined me," I whispered out, so that only he would hear. "You broke my trust, but most importantly, you broke my fucking heart. I hate you for that, Sebastian King, and I will always hate you for that, because that is just something I will never forgive you for."

I paused, and took a deep breath.

"Even if you are dead or alive."

With that, I turned on my heel, walking away with the intention of never seeing him or his bastard friends again.

As I turned the corner, I heard the door open and rushed footsteps follow me out. Sampson and Carter soon appeared, unreadable expressions on their faces. I stared at the both of them before shrugging.

"So? How did I do?"

And now, all I had to do was stall for a few minutes, so that I could really see how I did.

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(Third Person POV)

A paramedic had been sent into the interrogation room, shortly after Evelyn had the brilliant idea to stab Sebastian King.

Sebastian promised not to fight the paramedic, who had to uncuff him and get him to lie down so that he could properly tend to the gushing wound.

Evie sure knows how to leave a mark, Sebastian thought bitterly as the paramedic worked to pulled the knife from the wound. Where Evie had gotten the knife was completely unknown to all, but leave it to her to have one hidden. She was always known to be dangerous and lethal, and tonight Sebastian got a true taste of the Evelyn Summers everyone seemed to know.

The paramedic groaned in annoyance as he looked at the soaking bandages he had just wrapped around Sebastian's leg.

"Listen, I'm going to go grab my kit," he said, "Don't do anything stupid now. The door will be locked and don't forget that there are cameras."

"Good," Sebastian snapped back, "I love putting on a good show."

The paramedic scowled in his direction before exiting to room, leaving Sebastian to deal with his injured leg.

"I can't believe this fucking happened," exclaimed Callum as he shifted uncomfortably against the cuffs.

"I can't believe she fucking stabbed you," Mason said, his eyes still wide.

Sebastian shifted slightly, before letting out a bark of pain. He stared down at the wound, wondering what could have possibly gotten in it already. It felt as if there were a small object shoved into his leg, and Sebastian couldn't take it any longer.

Clawing at his injury, his stuck two fingers in his wound, snarling and hissing as his poked and prodded. Suddenly, his felt his fingers touch cool metal, and without a second though, he pulled the object right out of his leg.

Holding it in front of his eyes, Sebastian let out a gasp as he realized what it was.

"Blimey, Evie." He whispered, because only Evelyn Summers would think to shove a fucking object into someone's wound.

"Holy shit," breathed out Mason, "She must have placed it on the tip of the knife."

"Bloody brilliant," Callum muttered.

Because it wasn't just any object, no, it was so much more than that, because now, Sebastian was holding a small key in his hand.

And that key meant one thing: freedom.

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I knew I had to get out of there soon, before they realized what I had done.

Yes, what I had done was reckless and stupid and every insulting word that came through your mind, it was probably that. But the thing is, if someone pulled me aside right now, and asked why the hell I did it, I wouldn't be able to answer. In all honesty, I'd probably throw out some bitchy response, and then walk away.

But there wasn't any time for me to try to explain myself. I just had to get the fuck out of this place, and out of London.

I moved through the hallways quickly with Chief Carter and Sampson. Neither had mentioned the stabbing that took place, and I assume it's because they were simply just speechless.

As we rounded a corner, I saw glass doors and a black car sitting outside. That car was a blessing from above, and I felt myself itching to just take off and get out of the building.

"This is it," Chief Carter announced, "Once you leave this place, there's no going back, that is, unless you plan to-"

"No," I cut her off quickly. "I'm leaving for good."

"What about your brother?" Sampson cut in, "He could still be alive, including the remaining members of London's eyes."

I felt a twist in my gut, and I looked away for a moment, before bringing my dead eyes to his.

"I guess some people are just more loyal to family than others."

With that, I began walking away, but not before I let her voice stop me. "Wait, Evelyn, I just have one question."

I paused, turning my head back to look at her, "What is it? Get on with it then."

She shifted nervously before saying, "Why did you stab him? I thought you loved him?"

I felt bile rise and I swallowed thickly to keep it down. "Listen Carter, if you can't take any violence then I suggest you don't let Sampson's gang take over London as soon as you eliminate the Kings."

Confusion and surprise swept through her features, making me laugh.

"I'm not incompetent, I can put two and two together." As I reached the door, I felt myself gritting my teeth as her voice called out one last time.

"But you didn't answer my question!"

I felt my body numb as I turned back to face her, "What can I say, Carter? Love makes you do crazy things."

I pointedly looked between her and Sampson, making the two pale dramatically. With one last signature smirk, I had known I had made my mark. And with that on my mind, I quickly left the station.

I took a few deep breaths when I got outside, before entering the car. I immediately noticed the black duffel bag in the car, as when as the elderly driver I had.

"The airport, mam?" His eyes crinkled at the edges, and I found myself smiling and nodding.

And for the first time in a long time, I could feel myself relax. That is, until I remembered what I had done, and how I desperately needed to get out of this place once and for all.

I felt myself lose my breath as we pulled away from the station, and against my better judgment, I let myself look back through the glass and at the police station. Maybe in some sick way, I was hoping to see them one last time.

I just wanted to see him one last time.

"When you find your million dollar man."

My mother's voice rang through my head, and I closed my eyes immediately. I couldn't bear to handle any of this any longer. That's why I was leaving, right?

No, you're running away.

I heard his voice so perfectly, and I felt myself jump as stiffen as I looked around the small car. Shaking my head, I attempted to calm myself down as the driver continued to maneuver around the traffic, and take me further away from the city-The city that had once been my home.

"We should be at the airport in about twenty minutes," the driver announced, "So you can just sit back and relax."

I nodded my head, before glancing down at the black duffel. I knew it was for me, but something about it made me nervous. With shaking hands, I lifted the bag up, and slowly unzipped it. After opening it, I revealed a pair of clothes, my passport, a bottle of water, and a shit ton of cash.

The driver must have known I was looking at it, because he said, "Don't you worry about that, Chief Carter told the airport security to just let you right on through."

I faked a smile, "Oh the luxuries of making a deal with the police."

The old man laughed, not catching onto the bitter resentment in my tone. "Well, mam, if I were you, I'd get a first class ticket to wherever I want."

I had to smile at that, "How long have you been a driver?"

He sighed in response, "Far too long. I tried to retire once, but staying cooped up in my home in London just didn't do it for me. I've been trying to earn enough money to get out of the country for a while now, but it was only recently that I finished paying all my bills. I just don't think I'll ever get out."

My heart skipped a beat as his eyes met mine through the rearview mirror.

"You're a lucky one."

But was I really?

I thanked the man as much as I could after he dropped me off, and as I turned away, I heard him call out for me.

"Yes?" I asked, trying to hold in my smile as he held up the three thousand pound tip I had left him.

He looked at the money, then back at me, his mouth wide open as he struggled to find any words.

"Have fun on your trip," I said softly, but loudly enough for him to hear. "You deserve it."

As I entered the airport, I heard him cry out, "Bless your soul, mam!" And for the first time in a long time, I felt good about myself.

I guess today is a time full of firsts.

Like the first time I leave the country.

I stared at the billboard in front of me, my eyes trailing over all the different countries that I could go to. Ignoring the stares I was receiving, I made my way up to the main desk.

"Evelyn Summers?" The woman asked, looking nervous.

"Yes." I said, watching her carefully.

"Chief Carter called to make sure you had a first class ticket to wherever you want."

I smirked, before nodding. "That sounds peachy. Now if you could please get me one ticket to New York City, that would be great."

She quickly had my ticket printed out and in my hand.

I stared at the name again, before being escorted past security and into the terminal where I would be for the next hour.

America.

I guess the saying, "Go big, or go home," really applies to my life right now. I had never left England, and to be honest, I didn't know much about America. Every bit of my life was in London, but that was just something I was going to have to forget.

"Excuse me, mind if I sit here?" I looked up to see a sweet looking girl around my age staring down at me.

I looked at the chair next to myself, realizing that my duffel was on the only last empty seat in the terminal.

"Go ahead," I said, moving my bag before shooting her a quick smile. She grinned back before sitting down and letting out a long sigh.

"If you don't mind me asking, what the hell happened to you?" Her eyes widened a bit, as though she surprised herself with her own words.

I couldn't help but laugh. The girl was straightforward, and I liked that. "I got in a bit off a disagreement."

"Is that why you're leaving?" She asked, accepting my answer without pushing the idea like I was worried she would.

"I guess you could say that."

She nodded at my vague answer, "Have you ever been? To America, I mean."

I shook my head in response, while her eyes widened. "And you're going straight to New York City? Good choice. I was born in London, but when I was seven I moved to America, and I've loved it ever since."

"Why'd you come back here?" I questioned, now curious to hear about her life story.

She shrugged, "Spur of the moment trip, I do that quite often. Well actually, my old roommate moved out a few months ago, and I've been struggling with the bills for a while."

I nodded in understanding, "I haven't even thought of where I'm going to stay. In fact, I decided I was going to America only just today."

Her brows rose up in surprise before she bit her lip and looked away. After a few moments, she turned back to me, her eyes bright with excitement.

"How about you stay with me?" She asked, grinning at me.

My jaw dropped at her question, and I looked around the airport cautiously as though this was all a trick. "Are you kidding me?" I asked, "We barely know each other!"

She laughed, before holding out her hand. "My name is Kate Preston. Nice to meet you."

I bit back a smile before I shook her hand, "Evie S-" I hesitated. Could she possibly recognize my name? After all, she hadn't recognized my face, so maybe she hasn't heard of my god-forsaken reputation and me.

"Evie King." I spat out, after taking far too long to respond.

Kate's eyes widened before she smiled again, "Would you look at that? Looks like I'll be rooming with royalty."

I couldn't help but laugh, although my shoulders were still tense.

Evie King? What the hell, Evelyn? What were you thinking? I inwardly scolded myself before turning my attention to the man who was announcing for us to board now.

"So are you sure about this?" I asked, looking at her uncertainly.

She shrugged and laughed, "Why not? Now I won't be swimming in dept and I'll have a super cool and super hot roommate? That's a win-win for me."

I stared at her for a bit, taken aback by how trusting she was. Kate caught my stare and instantly began backtracking.

"No, no, I'm straight I swear!" She said quickly, making me laugh loudly. "Let me tell you one thing, the only thing hotter than American summers are their men."

With a joking wink we walked through the hallway that led to the plane, and without another word I found myself buckled up and ready to go. Kate, being the crazy girl that she was, had bought herself a first class ticket last minute. She claimed that while she suffered from dept, she should be able to treat herself whenever she wanted. I guess I couldn't argue with that.

Kate never gave me the chance to be sad about leaving my home, because she took my silence as her chance to tell me her back story, and everything that has ever happened to her.

She was nineteen, attending an arts school in the heart of the city and barely had a social life-Something she liked to make a lot of jokes about.

After a few hours, Kate collapsed with exhaustion, and I was able to relax in silence.

Without warning, an image of Sebastian flooded my mind, just as a man stood up and made his way past me and into the middle class section. My heart sped up as he passed by, his dark eyes meeting mine for only a second. My heart dropped into my stomach as fear racked my body.

He's here.

I shot out of my seat and pushed the curtain aside, watching the man make his way to the bathroom.

Just before he entered, he turned back to look at me. A large breath of relief left me as I realized there was no way in hell this man was Sebastian King.

This looming tension and anxiety was something that would be hard to shake. The fear that embedded itself within my skin made me sick and light headed.

I felt myself feel faint as the repulsive realization showered down onto me.

If you had the chance to put an end to your misery, wouldn't you?

My words had come back to haunt me. I had the opportunity to be rid of the Kings once and for all. But what did I do?

I gave them a fucking chance.

By driving that small key into Sebastian's leg, I gave them the chance to escape, all the while reminding them that I was no longer going to be a part of their gang. It was my last goodbye, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that it was not all over. It's not like they were given a goodchance to escape, but a chance nonetheless.

Whether or not they survived was in their own hands, and was something that I could not be burdened with.

I needed to move on, and start a new life for myself, one without guns, without bloodshed, and without gangs--

But most importantly, a life without Sebastian King.

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"Are you ready?"

I was pulled away from my thoughts as Kate nudged me with her arm. We stood outside the airport, on the busy sidewalk of New York City, where people were angrily pushing by without a second glance back.

I stared at the orange taxi cab before me, and forced a grin onto my face. "I'm ready as I'll ever be."

I wasn't ready at all.

But here I was, in a new country, surrounded by people, with not a trace of my past to surround me.

The bruises would fade, and the cuts would heal, but the scars would always remind me of the girl I once was. The girl who was so scared of being weak that she let herself be destroyed.

That girl has faded into oblivion.

In her place stands Evie King. A young, bright eyed girl who is ready to take on the world along side her new friend, Kate Preston.

She won't have to fake any more smiles, because she'll finally be happy. She won't ever feel hopeless or worthless, because she will never give anyone the power to do that again.

Evie King is a girl who overcame hell and back, which is not something many can do and live to talk about.

She did the impossible.

She walked away from her Million Dollar Man.

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Fire and smoke surrounded screaming people as everyone tried to avoid death. Gunshots rang out throughout the rooms and wails of pain echoed within his ears.

But Sebastian didn't care.

His finger was poised on the trigger, aching to bring an end to this monster's life. With her brown eyes wet with fear, she found it in herself to spit out a few more words.

"You will never win, Sebastian. You've lost her and you're never getting her back."

The sound of the single gunshot was Sebastian's only response. He watched as the life leaked from Chief Carter's eyes, and the bullet hole in the middle of her forehead.

He limped out of the room, and with the help of Mason and Callum, he exited the building just as the last bomb went off, killing any remaining survivors.

"What's the plan now, Sebastian?" Callum asked as he wiped the soot off his face.

The three boys were covering in ash and filth, not to mention a shit ton of blood from all the victims that came in contact with their wrath.

"I'm going to get my leg fixed," Sebastian spat out, "And then I say we pay London's Eyes a little visit, you know, see if they know where she has gone."

There was silence after that, and the silence was deafening.

"Sebastian," Mason said, after shifting a bit, "What do you plan on doing if you find her?"

A growl erupted from Sebastian's chest, "When I find her, wherever she is, I'm going to tie her up and torture her until she loves me again."

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Evie awoke with a scream. You would think that after nine months, she would be okay and the nightmares would be over.

But that was not the case, according to the cold sweat that soaked her. She held her head in her hands as she rocked her body back and forth.

He still haunted her. No matter how far away she was, he would always be in her head, reminding her of her past.

The past she's worked so hard to forget.

Evie's head snapped up, and she scanned her dark room. Kate was already fast asleep in the room right across, and with their trusty alarm system Evie knew that no one could have possibly gotten into their apartment.

But she couldn't shake the nerves that were sending waves of nausea throughout her being.

I knew it deep in my gut, the nightmare told me all I needed to know.

They were coming, and he was going to find me.

The end.

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THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL.

The sequel's name is "Catching His Queen" !!!

Much love .xx