Chapter 819 You Won’t Die
Luca jerked his head around and shot a glance at Abel.
Abel was struggling in the backseat. He managed to get on his knees.
The dim light barely illuminated his face contorted from the pain. He looked like a devil that had ascended from hell.
Luca’s face turned pale from the fright.
If Abel managed to free himself and pounce on Luca, a fatal car crash would be inevitable!
To reach Macsen Villa as soon as he could, Luca had taken the intercity expressway. After the intersection in front, he would need to go past a mountain before reaching the villa.
“Mr. Abel, please sit tight and don’t interfere with my driving. Our lives are at stake here!” Luca said while gripping the steering wheel tightly.
Thud! Abel fell from the seat.
“Let me go! Why did you tie me up?”
I’m not going to let you roam free. I don’t feel secure even when you’re tied up!
“Let me go! You b*stard!”
“Mr. Abel, I don’t mind it if you curse at me, but please don’t make any reckless movements! We’re almost there!” Luca said.
“I feel so uncomfortable, I’m going to die!” Abel said hoarsely.
“You won’t die! If you sit there and let me drive the car to Macsen Villa, you’ll be safe. Otherwise, both of us will die!” Luca said.
“Urgh! It hurts!” Abel growled.
He wanted to struggle, but he was stuck between the rows of seats, and he could not stand up.
Luca tried to look at the situation behind him through the rearview mirror, but Abel was on the floor, so Luca could not see anything.
“Calm down, please, Mr. Abel. Please stay down. Your wife is waiting for you at home, so don’t lose control of yourself. You won’t be able to see her again if you lose control, and she’ll be all alone! Think about her! Once you’re feeling well again, you can protect her…”
“Shut up…” Abel grunted and passed out.
The car soon arrived at Macsen Villa. Benjamin and Eric’s pickup truck arrived shortly after.
Eric carried a few buckets of ice from the truck. Luca dragged Abel out of the car.
Waylon and Benjamin’s eyes widened. D*mn, he tied Abel up!
“I had to do this. If he attacked me while I was driving, neither of us is going to survive,” Luca said.
“Take him to the bath in my bedroom. I’ve already filled it with cold water,” Waylon said.
“I’ll put the ice in.” Eric ran up the stairs carrying the buckets.
Benjamin and Luca dragged Abel up the stairs and placed him in the bathtub.
Abel woke up shortly after he was soaked in the ice–cold water.
His face was deathly pale, and there was no color on his lips. He looked like a corpse.
The pain had consumed him, and he had no strength to struggle. He gasped weakly, waiting to eventually succumb to the pain.
Waylon took his wrist to detect a pulse.
“I’m going to die, Waylon. I’ll leave Emma to you,” Abel said hoarsely.
“Don’t think too much. You’re not going to die. It’s called Deathly Desire, meaning that it’ll make you want to die, but it won’t kill you,” Waylon said.
Abel did not have the strength to utter another word.
That’s true, but I’d rather die!
Waylon slowly inserted a dozen silver needles into Abel’s body.
The needles and the ice numbed Abel’s nerves, and he managed to catch his breath.
Color returned to his face.
Luca sat down on the floor next to the bathtub and heaved a sigh of relief.
“Phew! That gave me such a fright!”
Abel guessed he must have attacked Luca when he could not control himself. “Luca, did I hurt you?” he
