Chapter 275: Peamah Saves Faye
"Do you think she’s dead?" Mrs. Griffin said to her husband as they both watched Faye lying unconscious on the ground. She stared down at the limp form on the floor, her chest heaving as she gripped the metal rod tightly in both hands.
"No. For her to be dead, her heart would have to be ripped out or her skull bashed in..." Mr. Griffin muttered, his voice shaking as he leaned over Faye to check for any signs of breathing.
"Then what are you waiting for? Keep smashing her head," the woman said as she was about to strike Faye’s head again with the metal rod. She raised her arms back up, as she prepared to bring the heavy iron down a second time.
Mr. Griffin quickly stopped her from making a mistake. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, jerking her arm back before the metal could make contact with Faye’s skull again.
"Don’t do that. If she dies, we will attract the Kings, and we don’t want Alphas in our home," he said, looking at Faye. His face was pale, sweat dripping down his forehead as he realized exactly whose girlfriend was bleeding out on their living room floor.
Everyone in town knew about her relationship with the Alpha’s youngest grandchild. Princess wasn’t someone anyone could mess with, and her family’s reach went far beyond the borders of Oakland.
Even what they had already done to her wasn’t a guarantee they wouldn’t get into trouble with the Kings. The mere fact that Faye was bleeding inside their house was enough to bring a pack of angry wolves straight to their doorstep.
"Then what should we do, Marone? If we let her go, she’s definitely going to report us to the GPF. Even if she doesn’t go to the GPF, this girl is definitely going to get us into trouble." The woman snapped, her voice rising in a panicked whisper.
"This is all your fault. You shouldn’t have let her in the first place," he said.
Looking frustrated, he sat down on the couch and buried his face in both hands. He let out a long, ragged breath, his fingers digging into his hair as the weight of the situation fully crushed down on his shoulders.
Beside him sat one of his daughters, Mimi.
She was quiet, curled up in a corner. She had pulled her knees tightly against her chest, her small body shaking as she squeezed herself into the space between the sofa and the wall.
She held her lollipop tightly, wishing someone would come and take her away from what she was witnessing.
"My fault? How is this my fault? This girl doesn’t know how to mind her own business. She’s always getting in the way. Have you forgotten about last time?" Mrs. Griffin argued, pacing back and forth across the room, her shoes making a sharp clicking sound.
"You should have just said he went to boarding school instead of saying he was sick."
He stood up and began pacing around the room. He walked toward the window, pulling the curtain back slightly to peek out into the dark street before letting it drop back into place.
"While we think of a way to get rid of her without attracting outsiders, put her in the basement. Looking at her makes me angry right now," Mrs. Griffin said.
Faye had ruined her plans years ago, and now she was repeating history. The old resentment was burning bright in her chest, making her jaw lock up as she glared down at the unconscious girl.
Mr. Griffin agreed with his wife and was about to carry Faye down to the basement when the doorbell rang.
Someone was at the door.
The sharp, loud sound sent chills through both of them. They froze instantly, their breath catching in their throats as they stared toward the front entrance.
Who could it be at this hour?
It was already past 11. The neighborhood was usually completely dead by this time of night.
The bell kept ringing. The persistent sound echoed through the hallways, getting louder and more frantic with every second that passed.
Mrs. Griffin had no choice.
She told Mimi to check who was at the door and tell them that no one was available. She shoved the little girl toward the hallway, her hand pressing roughly against Mimi’s back.
Little Mimi headed toward the entrance while her father lifted Faye’s unconscious body. He hauled Faye up by her shoulders, trying to drag her out of sight before the visitor could see anything.
Mimi hadn’t even touched the doorknob when the door swung open.
The person outside had already lost his patience. The wood slammed against the wall with a loud bang, the lock snapping completely under the pressure.
Peamah immediately walked into the house.
He walked past the little girl and stopped in front of the married couple. His large frame filled the entire hallway, his eyes scanning the scene instantly before locking onto the blood dripping from Faye’s head.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?" Mr. Griffin asked while carrying Faye. He tried to shift her body behind his own, his muscles tensing up as he stared at the giant teenager.
"You can’t just barge into someone’s home like this. Get out before we call the GPF," the woman added, stepping in front of her husband with her hands on her hips, trying to look brave.
"I got a call. What are you doing with her?" Peamah said, folding his arms and ignoring everything they had said. His voice was a low, dangerous growl that rattled the pictures hanging on the wall.
"She is... our daughter who isn’t feeling well. Her father is taking her to her room. That’s all that’s happening here. So leave before we start making allegations about your behavior," the woman said, pointing toward the door.
Her lies were only getting worse.
If only she knew that Peamah recognized the girl the man was holding.
Peamah had no time for whatever story they were trying to cook up.
He came here for Faye and nothing more.
Whatever was happening in this house did not concern him.
He simply wanted to drag his Sire out of it. He didn’t care about their family issues, he just needed to get her out before her condition worsened.
Peamah stepped closer to the man.
"What are you doing?" the man asked, his voice cracking as Peamah loomed over him like a mountain.
"I came to take her home."
"Didn’t you hear what she said? She is our daughter. This is a family matter. Get out while we’re still being nice." Mr. Griffin blustered, trying to hold his ground despite his knees shaking.
"Give her to me while I’m still being nice." Peamah countered, his eyes narrowing into thin slits.
The woman tried to hit Peamah with the metal rod. She lunged forward from the side, swinging the iron pipe directly at his head with all her strength.
But Peamah sensed it before it connected with his head. He didn’t even turn his face, his hand shooting out like a whip to catch the metal midair.
He grabbed the rod forcefully and, using his superhuman strength, snapped it in half. The thick iron broke with a loud, metallic crack, the two pieces clattering onto the carpet.
That alone was enough to scare the couple.
Who breaks solid metal that easily?
They both backed up a step, their jaws dropping as they stared at the broken weapon in his hands.
Even his build looked like that of a hedge-Wolf.
His jacket was bursting at the seams, his massive biceps flexing as he tossed the useless metal aside.
That was something to be afraid of.
The man quickly put Faye back on the ground and charged toward Peamah, stupidly trying to strike him. He threw a wild punch, his fist swinging blindly through the air.
Peamah slammed him onto the floor with one hand. He grabbed the man by his collar and drove him straight down into the hardwood, the impact knocking the wind completely out of his lungs.
He was about to hit the man when the woman suddenly dropped to her knees and started begging.
"Please don’t hurt him. He’s the father of my children. Please," she begged, trying to gain sympathy. Tears finally spilled over her cheeks as she reached out to grab Peamah’s boots.
She pulled Mimi closer and held the little girl tightly. She shielded the child with her own body, sobbing loudly as she looked up at him.
Peamah glanced at the child beside her.
Then he noticed two boys standing near the staircase. They were peeking through the railings, their small faces filled with terror as they watched the big guy handle their father.
He could also hear a baby crying somewhere upstairs.
Because there were children in the house, Peamah decided to back off.
Instead, he bent down and picked up Faye, who was beginning to wake from her unconscious state. He yanked her up like a sack and placed her on his shoulder.
Peamah didn’t want to wait for her to fully wake up.
He had plans for the night, and thanks to whatever trouble Faye had gotten herself into, those plans were ruined.
He walked right out the broken front door, his heavy boots slamming against the porch steps as he headed out into the cool night air.
Faye’s eyes slowly opened.
She looked around. The streetlights were blurring above her head, the cool wind hitting her face and clearing some of the fog from her brain.
Peamah was already out on the street. He was walking with long, fast strides down the empty sidewalk, his arms holding her completely steady.
Faye immediately recognized who was carrying her.
"Where are you taking me to, Mister?" Faye muttered, her voice weak and raspy as she clutched at his jacket.
"Taking you home." Peamah replied flatly, not even looking down at her.
Then she remembered. The little girl’s words flashed back into her mind, the terrifying mention of a butcher snapping her fully awake.
"Wait, wait. Take me back to Malo’s house. I need to do something first..." Faye ordered, struggling to push herself up against his chest.
Without asking any questions, Peamah turned around and headed back toward the Griffin residence.
