The Beast I Married.

Are you okay, momma?

Stepping out of the way in fear, blue eyes met with almond green eyes, and for the first time in an hour, she heaved a sigh of relief, a sigh of relief that accompanied the tears of relief.

A feminine figure appeared from the back and it turned out to be Tracy. Tears of gratitude filled the bream of her eyes, and she let them out.

Although she vowed not to ever accept anything that had to do with Tracy, she won't in any way be a hypocrite.

She stared at the young guy in front of her. He looked like a middle age guy, he looked 35. He was tall and muscled, broad and huge, his black clothe hugged his body so tightly, revealing his attractive body shape. His hair was curled and packed into a ponytail.

He had an evil grin dancing at the corner of his lip, while the other guy quivered in fear. His heart beat rapidly against his chest.

He knows Lacan. He knows how dangerous he could be, he wasn't holding a knife in his hands but he knew just a punch from Lacan could sentence him to death.

Tracy gasped as she saw the state Ashley was in.

Ashley stared at Tracy and Tracy smiled back at her, she quickly loosed Ashley from where she was tied and left the guy in the care of Lacan, her man.

Almond's green eyes bore holes into the assassin's body. He knew he had met his doomed right away.

Lacan drew him up, by the collar and landed a punch on his face throwing him off balance and sending him down to the floor.

A smile lingered on Lacan's lips, he likes handling people in his way and he liked the fact that the guy was helpless. It gave him all the ability to do what he wills to the assassin.

He pulled a small Dagger out of his waist and the assassin flinched, his heart beating rapidly against his chest as he stared at the dagger in Lacan's hand.

At this point, he was willing to tell Lacan who sent him to kill Ashley, but Lacan was not willing to listen to whatever he had to say.

He squatted to the level of the Assassin and thrust the dagger into his chest ripping it down to his stomach and cutting his words shut.

Ashley flinched as she watched the scene. Her body jerked against Tracy's hand in fear. Her hands quivered in fear as she watched the assassins cry dryly in pain.

His eyes were almost out of their socket, and it didn't look like he was going to die soon.

Blood gushed out of his mouth and eyes, his whole body was completely soaked in blood, and his both eyes dropped out of their socket as Lacan dipped the knife into his eyes.

Ashley screamed out as she watched the scene in front of her, she clung tightly to Tracy and quivered in fear, her body jerking against Tracy like she was experiencing an orgasm.

It looked like he was going to die a more painful a miserable death. The one he never had an imagination of.

Tracy pulled Ashley to herself and walked her out of the bush, while Lacan trailed behind them.

Tracy is the only daughter of her mother, she grew up without a father.

Growing up was quite difficult for her as she had no dad, and being a public figure added to her emotional trauma because she was always bullied by her fans and people in school. Until that faithful day, 4 years ago when Ashley transferred from her former school to the school they finished their college. Ashley was like the other version of herself, or rather her other half. She filled the emptiness that she always feels, Ashley introduced Tracy to her father and made sure her father always stand for her, when she needed a father figure. But something was holding Tracy from returning all the love that Ashley was rendering her.

She has always left Ashley when Ashley needed her the most.

But from this day onward Tracy was willing to love Ashley and stand by her whenever Ashley needs her. She has promised not to ever make Ashley sad.

Ashley stared at Tracy with gratitude written completely in her eyes. But how Tracy got to them was still a misery. She doesn't know how Tracy pulled up for her and she was not ready to know, but one thing she knows is that she is grateful that Tracy pulled up for her.

Staring deeply into Tracy's eyes, Tracy pulled her into a hug, and tears rolled out of Ashley's eyes.

“I'm sorry,” Tracy muttered in a whisper and Ashley's heart stiffened not in pain, but in quilt.

She never in her wildest dream imagine a day like this, where Tracy would be there for her.

Pulling out of his car, he watched as Ashley clung tightly to Tracy,

“How pathetic” he muttered and scoffed dramatically, be breathed out in relief.

How he got to this point was still a dream to him.

At some point, he thought the tracker he was using was deceiving him. But he found her, safe and happy.

“I'm grateful you're safe, momma” he muttered calmly while leaning on his car but it was loud enough for Ashley to hear.

Turning back to stare at the familiar voice, of course, no one was going to call her that name aside from her Rex, she turned to face the owner of the voice and her hunch was right. It was Rex.

“Rex” She screamed jumping on him the moment she had gotten to his point.