Chapter - 1 The chase - 1

(Ashlyn P.O.V)

Have you ever been so close to achieving the dream that you chase for as long as you can remember? I’m not a normal woman and what I have is not a dream because I will make it come true; it’s not my dream, but it is the goal of my life that I have to achieve at any cost. For the last five years, all my focus, forces, and thoughts were channeled in one direction to KILL a certain person and take my revenge for my parent’s death.

Let me tell you something about myself; my name is Ashlyn Grey. I’m the daughter of Arles Grey, the police officer before he died in the bomb blast when I was in my first semester in college. My mother, Anabel Grey suicide because of going into a depression.

After having a shower, I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around me and another towel in my hair. I dry myself and wear my uniform. Then I brush my hair and arrange it in a high ponytail. I put up my eyeliner and a lip gloss when my mobile started to ring. I pick it up and answer the phone.

“Hello”

“Detective, the target is on the move!” said the person on another side of the phone.

“Sent me his location. I am on my way,” I said and ended the call. I walk toward the door and stop at the billboard to see the

photos of the person I want to kill at any cost. I take the photo from the billboard.

*This time, I will catch you* I thought while crushing the photo in my hand and throwing it in the trash bin. I take my purse and my car keys from my table and walk out of my house.

I walk to my police cruiser and drive away to the given location. I reach there in 15 minutes to see him getting out of the bar and driving away. I follow behind them from afar so that they didn’t find out that my colleagues and I were following them.

We were following them when all cars following him take a right turn and go away.

“Mam, his gang member gets separated from him and goes in another direction. What should we do, over” a come from the radio?

“Half of you guys follow them but don’t take any action without my orders, and another half of you follow him with me understood?, over,” I ask through the radio.

“Yes, mam,” they said, and I see them followed my orders. I was following him when he suddenly increases his speed. I did the same and followed him. Then he drives the car faster.

*Not so fast* I thought and drove faster when I hear Amit's voice in the radio car.

“Ash, do you hear me? Do not follow him alone,” he said, but I ignored him and increased the speed to its fullest, and drive beside his car.

Then I look back to see others not following me, but I ignored it and concentrated on maintaining the speed.

*Almost there! I am almost there* I thought, then I see a bullet come after me. I pull the wheel and dodge the bullet.

I take my gun out of my pocket and shoot the wheel of his car to stop him from running away.

I stop my car and come out of it. I turn to see Amit and others arrived at the accident spot.

“Ash, are you alright?” Amit asks while running towards me. I nodded while still watching a crash car with a scowl on my face.

He comes out of the car coughing hard due to the smoke coming out of the car falling to his knee.

*Of course, you couldn’t die just from a car crash; you have to pay for all the life you have taken, bastard* I thought.

Other cops come out of there cars and corner him from all the direction.

“Don’t make a move?” one of the officers said to him, and of course, he didn’t listen and take a step towards me and guess what it’s making me angry.

“He said...DON’T MOVE," I shout at him and shoot the ground near his feet. He glare’s at me, making me smirk.

“Take him to custody,” I order them, and they followed it. They walk towards him, make him sit on his knees, hold his

hands behind his back, and cuffed his hand. Then they check him for any weapon or anything. They make him walk to the

car.

“You have no idea that you just signed your ticket to death,” he said when he walked past me while glaring at me.

“Is that so!” I ask him with a smirk.

“Then book two tickets because I’m taking you with me,” I said, getting serious.

“Take him to the car,” I order them, and they make him sit in the car and driven away.

"Let's go, Amit," I said to Amit and got in the driver seat, then drive away to the station.