COOKIE - CHAPTER 39&40
🍪 HEARTBEAT/ IN FOR THE RIDE 🍪
In the dimly lit basement, the stench of sweat and fear mingled with the sharp odor of metal.
Richard’s body convulsed viólently as electricity coursed through him, each jolt sending waves of agony ripping through his nerves.
His muscles seized up, his back arched unnaturally, and his breath came in ragged gasps.
Blood dripped from his lips, the coppery taste filling his mouth.
Ryan stood over him, eyes dark with a twisted sense of satisfaction. His hand gripped the switch with an iron fist, pushing it to its limits.
Richard’s pain seemed to fuel his anger, his need to assert control. But Regina, standing a few feet away, could no longer bear the sight.
“Ryan, that’s enough!” she shouted, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation.
“You’re going to kîll him!” she added walking closer to them.
Ryan’s head snapped toward her, his face contorting with rage.
He shoved her aside with such force that she stumbled against the cold, damp wall.
“Shut up, Regina! This is your fault!” His words were venomous, dripping with contempt.
“You poisoned my mind against Blue. I could’ve had her, but you…” He cut himself off, storming out of the room in a blind rage, leaving Regina to crumble to the floor, her heart pounding against her ribcage.
The room was eerily quiet except for Richard’s labored breathing.
He tried to lift his head, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, staining the concrete floor. Summoning the last of his strength, he spat out more blood and looked toward Regina, who was now crouched by the wall, lost in her thoughts.
“Why are you with him?” Richard’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
His words carried a weight that struck deep into Regina’s core.
“He doesn’t value you… You deserve better than that dush-bag,” he spit out blood
Regina’s eyes flicked to Richard.
“Stop talking,” she muttered, trying to shut out the truth in his words, but Richard wasn’t done.
“Cut me loose,” he continued, his voice a rasping plea.
“I can help you… I know what you’re feeling. You’re searching for something, for validation… That’s why you’re always with people who hurt you. But you’re better than this, you’re pretty many men would dîê to have you as there’s. You know you are.” he said, wishing and hoping it will get to her.
His words hit home, piercing through the walls she had built around herself.
Her hands trembled as she pushed herself off the floor and approached him, her mind racing.
She didn’t understand why she was doing this, why his words resonated so deeply within her. But something in her shifted, something she had suppressed for too long.
She was pretty, she never gets enough chance to see the world, maybe Ryan doesn’t deserve her after all.
With a shaking hand, Regina unlocked the chains binding Richard, setting him free.
He collapsed against her, too weak to stand on his own. She threw his arm over her shoulder, struggling to support his weight as they moved toward the stairs.
“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.
Richard leaned heavily on her, his breath shallow and uneven.
“You’re doing the right thing,” he assured her.
“For the first time, you’re doing what feels right.” he added as though reading her minding
They reached the living room, Regina’s heart pounding as they approached the open door. From inside, they could hear Ryan’s voice, low and menacing, as he spoke on the phone.
Regina’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening.
Ryan was staring out the window, oblivious to their presence, but they were dangerously close. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, praying they could slip past him unnoticed.
But as they neared the door, Richard’s legs gave out, and he crumpled to the floor with a groan.
The sound echoed through the room like a gûnshot. Ryan’s head snapped toward them, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
The phone slipped from Ryan’s hand as his gaze fell upon the scene before him. His expression darkened with fury as he grabbed his gûn.
“Regina, you traitorous bîtch,” he growled, storming toward them, his face twisted with rage.
Before she could explain, Ryan’s hand lashed out, striking her across the face with the butt of his gûn. The impact was so brûtal that she stumbled back, blood trickling from a deep cut on her cheek.
Instinctively, Regina swung back, but her strength was no match for Ryan’s. He easily overpowered her, fists landing blows that sent her reeling.
She fought back, but each punch and kick from him felt like a sledgehammer, knocking the wind out of her. Desperately, she tried to crawl away, but Ryan grabbed her by the legs, yanking her back across the floor like a ragdoll.
“You’re nothing,” Ryan sneered, towering over her, his voice dripping with malice.
“You’re nothing compared to me…”
before he could land another blow, a sharp kick struck his chest, sending him stumbling backward.
Ryan tumbled down the basement stairs, his body slamming into the cold, hard steps as he fell. He hit the bottom with a sickening thud, groaning in pain.
Regina blinked, dazed, as she looked up to see Blue standing at the top of the stairs, her eyes blazing with fury. Behind her stood Collins, Jackson, Johnson, and Abraham, their faces set with grim determination.
Jackson and Johnson rushed to Richard’s side, lifting him off the ground with care, while Blue, her expression hard as steel, marched down the stairs toward Ryan.
The man who had once held so much power over her now lay crumpled at the bottom, his face twisted in agony.
Blue’s boots echoed ominously against the cold, concrete stairs as she descended into the dimly lit basement.
Fûçk him, she loved him with her whole heart but right now what she felt is like tearing his heart from his chest.
How dare he?
Ryan was sprawled at the bottom, but he wasn’t down for long.
“Argh!” Groaning, he pushed himself up, angér seething in his eyes as he recognized Blue’s silhouette.
He wiped a trail of blood from his mouth and glared at her with unbridled rage.
“How can you do this to me when I love you so much?” Ryan snarled, struggling to his feet.
He was bruised and battered from the fall, but still dângerous, a prédator wounded but not defeated.
Blue’s gaze was icy, her stance unwavering as she closed the distance between them.
“You did to me not the other way round and harming Richard was the worst you could have done,” she said, her voice calm but laced with a deadly edge.
“If you can’t be mine, then you won’t be for anyone,”Ryan lunged first, closing the gap between them with surprising speed.
He swung a wild punch aimed at Blue’s jaw, but she dodged, her reflexes sharp. He followed up with a quick jab to her ribs, which connected, knocking the wind out of her.
Blue grunted in pain but didn’t back down.
He pressed his advantage, delivering a powerful uppercut that sent Blue staggering back. She barely had time to recover before Ryan was on her again, raining down blows with brûtal efficiency.
His fists were like sledgehammers, each strike calculated to break her down. He landed a crushing blow to her stomach, doubling her over, and then a vicious kick to her chest sent her crashing against the basement wall.
Blue gasped for air, pain radiating through her body.
Ryan was relentless, not giving her a moment to recover. He grabbed her by the collar and slammed her against the wall again, pinning her with his forearm against her throat.
Blue struggled against his grip, her vision blurring as she fought to stay conscious.
“You’re nothing,” Ryan spat, his face inches from hers, his breath hot and rancid.
“You should have chosen me!” He yelled to her face.
But even as the oxygen was squeezed from her lungs, Blue’s eyes remained defiant. She wasn’t done yet.
Summoning every ounce of strength left in her, she drove her knee up into Ryan’s gut with all the force she could muster.
He gasped, his grip loosening just enough for Blue to twist out of his hold.
She staggered away, her breathing ragged, but her eyes locked onto Ryan with a cold, determined fury.
He was still winded from the knee to his stomach, but he recovered quickly, swinging at her again. This time, Blue ducked under his punch and retaliated with a sharp elbow to his ribs, followed by a spinning back kick that sent him reeling.
Ryan tried to regain his footing, but she didn’t give him the chance. She moved in close, driving her fist into his face with a sickening crack, the force snapping his head back.
Ryan stumbled, blood streaming from his nose, and Blue pressed her advantage.
She unleashed a flurry of punches, each one precise, targeting his weak spots. A left hook to the jaw, a right cross to the temple, and another blow to his already bruised ribs.
Ryan’s movements became sluggish, his defenses weakening under the onslaught. He tried to counter with a desperate swing, but Blue ducked again, driving her shoulder into his chest and slamming him against the wall.
He groaned in pain as his body impacted the unforgiving concrete.
Blue didn’t stop. She delivered a punishing knee to his abdomen, followed by an elbow strike to his face.
Ryan’s legs buckled, and he slid down the wall, barely conscious, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. But Blue wasn’t done yet.
She grabbed him by the collar and hauled him back to his feet, slamming him against the wall one last time.
“This is for Richard,” she hissed through gritted teeth before delivering a brûtal headbutt that left Ryan dazed, his eyes rolling back into his head.
As he slumped to the ground, Blue followed up with a powerful roundhouse kick to his temple, sending him sprawling across the floor.
Ryan lay there, motionless, finally bêâten. Blue stood over him, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath, her knuckles raw and bruised.
She’d always let him have the upper hand but seeing Richard in that situation broke everything she had for Ryan.
How low could he go? He was trained while Richard didn’t, how dare he?
“Richard?! Right…. Richard,” she ran out of the basement, her heart pounding as she raised up the stairs hoping he would be fine.
•
Meanwhile
“What makes you think she will break up with Collins? You don’t seem to know her too well or how deep their love is,” Lucius mother said, more like a question.
Lucius smirked.
“It’s only a matter of time before you see her running to me mother,” he placed both legs in the center table.
Besides him he reached for the strawberries on the tray then picked one, taking a bite from it.
“Will you really go against your uncle for her?” His mother asked.
Lucius scoffed unbelievably, he removed his legs from the table tired of the conversation with his mother
“Don’t try me mother cos I will take down anything on my way to get her, even if that thing is you,” he said dangerously
His mother gasp out loud, staggering backwards as though being pushed.
Lucius came closer to her, leaning closer.
“You always told me to go after what I want and take any obstacles blocking it down, don’t be that obstacle cos then you will know you gave birth to a devil,” he winked at her
Walking away.
His mother stood there, staring into empty space as Lucius exit the room.
Outside Lucius took out his phone, he punch in his password before scrolling through his phone list.
He smirked upon seeing Cookies line so he click call. Her phone rang and he waiting, she pick up…
“Hey,” Cookies voice came from the other end of the phone.
“Is it done?” Lucius asked impatiently.
There was a long silence at the other end, he could literally feel her gulping hard but he doesn’t care.
“On it,” she replied.
“I guess is a deal break…..”
“I said have got this!” She snapped, cutting him off.
He chuckled, exactly what he wanted.
“Fine,” Lucius ended the call, clutching tightly onto his phone. If Collins thinks he was gonna let him go Scot free after fûçking and kîllîng Andrea then he’s a liar.
He was gonna make him pay.
•
Later that evening
Cookie stood outside the hospital, the cold night air wrapped around her, mingling with the unease that had settled deep in her chest.
The dim lights from the parking lot cast long shadows, and the distant hum of traffic felt like a world away.
She clenched her fists, trying to keep herself from trembling, though she wasn’t sure if it was the cold or the dread of what she was about to do.
Collins arrived moments later, his face lighting up when he saw her, but that light quickly faded as he noticed the tension in her posture.
He was with others, keeping eyes on Richard cos he wasn’t sure if Ryan will come again or not since Blue didn’t kîll him.
Though he has been arrested, he still haven’t regain consciousness and no one knows if he’s faking it or not.
The rain started to fall, light at first, as if the sky was hesitating, but then it poured, soaking them both within seconds.
Collins didn’t seem to care; he only had eyes for her.
“You’re here, why didn’t you come in? Come on its raining, let’s shield under there,” he said, taking a step closer, but she held up a hand to stop him.
“Collins, we need to talk,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but it cut through the rain like a knife.
He searched her eyes, a flicker of fear crossing his features.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked, gently caressing her cheeks.
“Found Juliet yet? Is it about her? I know you’re worried but we would find her soon….”
“It’s not about Juliet,” she interrupted, her voice trembling despite her efforts to keep steady.
“It’s about us.”
His heart pounded against his chest, the rain now cascading down his face, mixing with the tears he was desperately trying to hold back.
“What about us?” He asked, wondering what it could be all about.
“It’s over, Collins,” she said, her voice breaking on the last word.
For a split second he thought he had her wrong, he did nothing wrong. They have been so good together so what happened?
Stepping closer, his hands reaching out but not quite touching her.
“Cookie….”
“I realize who I am and I don’t think that person belong with you….”
“No! That’s not right, I love you! I never love anyone just the way I love you and I’m ready to help in any way I can just to prove it to you.”
Her heart shattered at the raw emotion in his voice, but she steeled herself, knowing she had to do this.
“I love you too, Collins, but… this isn’t right. It’s not going to work. I can’t drag you into my mess. You deserve better.” She said shaking her head negatively.
“I don’t want better,” he cried, his voice rising with desperation.
“I want you! I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and I’m not giving up on us!”
“There is no us there have never been….”
“Please, don’t do this,” he pleaded.
She looked away, unable to bear the pain in his eyes.
“It is fine, we are over!” She replied coldly.
She saw Lucius out of the corner of her eye, standing a few feet away, waiting. The sight of him hardened her heart, and she knew there was no going back.
“I’m sorry, Collins,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face, hidden by the rain.
“It’s over.”
Before he could respond, she turned and walked away, her footsteps splashing in the puddles that had formed on the asphalt.
Collins stood there, frozen, the rain drenching him to the bone as he watched her leave, his heart breaking with every step she took.
“Cookie!” he called out, but she didn’t turn back. She couldn’t.
Lucius met her halfway, his face unreadable as he took her hand and led her toward the car.
Collins fell to his knees in the pouring rain, his body shaking with sobs he could no longer hold back.
He had lost her, the woman he loved more than anything, and there was nothing he could do to bring her back.
Does she really mean that? Will she come back to him? Is she up to something or she’s meant all that she said?
He wasn’t gonna give up on her, he wasn’t gonna let his brother win, If Lucius wants to play Andreas game then he should bring it now on Collins was in for the ride.
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