CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY – FIGHTING THE PREDATOR

Nathan crossed the threshold with predatory grace, firearm leveled calmly yet inexorably in their direction. His features were set in a chilling half-sneer of triumph, eyes glinting with manic intensity as they bored unblinking into Kayla's petrified stare. "Drop it! Drop the fucking gun right now!" Lance snarled, positioning his body fully in front of Kayla as if to shield her from Nathan's insanity. Their tormentor simply tutted as if chastising a petulant child. "Now, now...is that any way to greet an old friend who went through so much trouble tracking you down?" His gaze flickered dismissively over Lance before resettling like a laser sight on Kayla, making her flinch. "We have so much to discuss, don't we my love? So many misunderstandings and hurt feelings to finally clear the air about." "There's nothing to talk about, you psychotic piece of shit," Lance spat with raw venom. "You're the one with delusions, ones that end right here today before I bury you myself!" Kayla's