My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1822

However, Adrienne did not respond to Jefferson anymore. She sounded more like she was mumbling to herself.

"Little Specky..." Jefferson couldn't hold back anymore and rushed forward.

"Captain Hefner! If you want her to die, then keep coming!" Uriah shouted. He was glad to see that Jefferson was panicking. That girl wasn't kidnapped in vain after all, he thought.

"Let her go, you can do whatever you want to me," Jefferson spoke sullenly. He gritted his teeth as his expression turned fierce.

She was his Little Specky. No one else was allowed to bully her except him.

"These *ssholes!" Jefferson cursed inwardly.

Jefferson was anxious, but Uriah was not. With such a powerful hostage in his hands, he wanted to make full use of her to vent his anger out on Jefferson. Letting her go before that wasn't really his style.

He looked at Jefferson, then over to Adrienne, who was still over Weldon's shoulder. He asked, "Captain Hefner, even though she's unconscious, this girl still misses you. She's

clearly very into you. How could you bear to let her get hurt?"

"I'll say it again. Let her go, you can do whatever you want to me. Otherwise, don't blame me for not holding back!" Although Jefferson's expression did not change much, his whole body seemed to be emanating a chilling aura.

At the sight of him, everyone present knew that this was Jefferson's bottom line.

Uriah could also see that, but he wanted to keep toying with Jefferson. Typically, people would not dare to go near Jefferson's bottom line. However, Uriah wanted to see what else Jefferson could pull.

He smiled and mocked, "Captain Hefner, I don't think you understand what's going on. This isn't your narcotics team. I am not one of your mindless followers. Don't use that f*cking tone with me, or else, she'll be the one who suffers."

With a gun in his hand, he poked Adrienne's head with the muzzle. "If you say anything that I don't like, I'll shoot her head. What do you say?"

The gun in Uriah's hand was made of an ultra-hard and ultra-resistant tungsten steel. Even if Adrienne had a head made of iron, she would not be able to withstand it. Not to Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

mention the fact that Adrienne was a mere mortal made of flesh. The pressure of the gun on her head was enough to injure her scalp.

Although Jefferson was burning with rage, he tried hard to control himself. He could not let Little Specky get hurt, not again.

However, despite Jefferson not unleashing his fury, Uriah did not intend to let Adrienne go. He grabbed Adrienne's hair and yanked it down hard. His strength was so strong that it seemed as though Adrienne's scalp was about to be torn off. "Captain Hefner, if she was awake, do you think she would be crying out of pain right now?"

"Don't touch her!" Jefferson clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked. His voice was hoarse and his heart ached for her.

The more his heart ached for her, the happier Uriah became. "Oh my, poor little girl. It's your misfortune to belong to such a man."

"I told you to let go of her. You can't touch my woman." Jefferson raised his gun and aimed it at Uriah. He was just about to shoot, but suddenly, many more people surrounded them. They were all armed and they circled the area.

With Adrienne as his bargaining chip, Uriah wasn't worried about Jefferson at all. He laughed out loud and taunted him, "Captain

Hefner, since you clearly don't love this girl, shoot away. Let's see whose bullet will be faster."

If it was just a few of them, Jefferson was confident he could get Adrienne out safely. However, with the appearance of so many men, Jefferson did not dare to act rashly. At the same time, he wasn't about to wait around like a sitting duck. "You guys took away the most important person in my life. Why do you think I won't take yours? If anything happens, I'll lose one life in exchange for two. I won't be at a loss."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll give you time to guess who else is in the car apart from the guy you know I took," Jefferson said with a gloomy smile. "By the way, let me give you a hint. That person is a woman and she likes to wear red."

The image of Miss Ninetina immediately appeared in Uriah's mind. He did not believe that Jefferson could capture her in the short time after he escaped, but he did not want to take the risk. He quickly took out his cell phone to call her, but all he heard back was the flat automated tone, "The number you have dialed is not in service."

Since Miss Ninetina didn't pick up the call, Uriah couldn't tell the truth about her situation. At the moment, he was indecisive.

"Shoot me if you want her dead," Jefferson added.

"Jefferson, everyone knows that this girl is your soft spot. Do you think you can fool us with your nonchalant act? If you really captured Miss Ninetina, then props to you. But, Miss Ninetina wouldn't want us to give up this opportunity to capture you just to save her life." As long as they could kill Jefferson, everything would be over. This was Miss Ninetina's biggest wish.

Uriah was ready to finish the matter as soon as possible. "We've brought her here. You can try to take her back, or you can follow what I say and throw your gun aside."

Jefferson immediately threw away the gun in his hand and questioned, "What else do you want me to do?"

Finn stood up and interrupted, "Uriah, this man is cunning. Don't talk nonsense with him."

"Do I need you to teach me what to do?" Uriah glanced at Finn with dissatisfaction and then turned back to Jefferson. "Captain Hefner, our target has always been you. We only captured biondie here because we had no choice. Since you're being so cooperative, then I'll be direct. Pick up your gun and shoot yourself anywhere on your body. We don't want you dead, just injured so that you can't escape

again."

Without hesitation, Jefferson bent down to pick up the gun and shot himself in the leg. Blood sprayed from his wound...

While everyone was focused on Jefferson, no one noticed Adrienne silently had two tears roll down her face.

When she called out to Jeff, she was already awake. However, as soon as she grasped the situation, she knew that her being awake would be no help to Jefferson at all. In fact, it might have made matters worse.

Therefore, even though Uriah poked her with his gun and almost tore her scalp off, she did not make a sound.

She was waiting for an opportunity to take control of the enemy's leader. She had no idea that Jefferson, that fool, would shoot himself for her. Did he think that aiming a bullet at his body wouldn't hurt?

Or did he think that the bullet would miraculously grow eyes and avoid him?

That massive idiot. He always called her an idiot, but who was the idiot at this instant?

"Put her down first." After shooting himself, Jefferson was still fixated on Adrienne and not his own wound. "She won't feel comfortable hanging on his shoulders like

that. Just put her down. What else do you want me to do? I'll do as you say."