chapter 1... The happiest corpse

"Ugh, that's it." A book slams closed across from me, so hard the entire bed shakes. "I can't take it anymore. I quit"

 

I don't look up, my eyes scanning the pages absorbing the words, the book glued to my side the past few days, I can't wait to know what Adrian going to do when he found that his fiancé and the love of his life sleeping with his brother.

 

"This is just way too complicated"

Melissa, interrupting what little focus I'm struggling to keep. Now I start to believe that I was wrong for not having this book here instead of under my sheets with creepy light under, at least I was in

 

feeling like if I was with characters or maybe it is I am the heroine. for the fact I would never cheat on Adrian, he is so loyal cut and the most important he loves her so much

 

"ough, I'd rather watch porn, jeez, I never read like that even when I was in school"

I smiled at that, Melissa is far away from nerd, I mean even me but when the matter comes to reading romance novels especially erotic, well I'm a hell of a super nerd

 

I flip the page as I mumble, "pati.." but I was cut by her "I swear Ana, if you say patience one more time, I'll knock you down"

Those words draw my attention away from my Adrian. I glance across the little round bed at my best friend, as she rocks the wooden chair back on its hind legs in frustration, god she looks like crap her hair like if boom blowup there.

 

"don't look at me like that, I know I look like shit" I rolled my eyes, this girl can't spit a word without cursing even when her father is a saint, yeah I know it's disaster

I turn my attention back to the pages muttering low enough she can hear it "Mel langu.." again she cut me

 

"Fuck you Ana Robert" I shake my head, Mel is Mel no one in the world can change her, "even NASA knows that we can't be a nun babe, it's like the global fact"

a moment of silence filled the air before she opens her mouth again, "so" I lift my head from what I was doing, I look at her face and already shake my head vigorously. I know what that face means as her face pleads. She says nothing just smiles huge and nods excitedly.

 

I sigh, "No, I almost got busted last time"

 

"Oh, c'mon you should let me handled those bitches"

I shake my head again "and don't drug my stepmom and her daughters and tied them on tree", well that's her idea about handling things, I mean I know my those women is my pain in ass but c'mon this idea can kick me in person for what five seven ten years.

 

"Oh please, darling" crap I know that tone

 

"you're gonna wrinkle up like an old prune. you need to live a little!" She sounds exasperated. she's right. and I hate when she's right

 

well, my name is Ana Robert and I am not an extraordinary girl just a topical girl, most likely a human because I haven't what most of the normal girls have, for example, no phone, no internet, not allowed reading, no listen to music, homeschooling, and sure no talking to boys or even other people except Melissa and Long-sleeved dresses and long that should cover even the toes. No makeup.

 

well, that's because my dad believes these things corrupt young minds, My father is somewhat overprotective. When I say he's overprotective I mean an old army man watching you, I can tell he is more damaged after my mom death

 

I don't know her she died while she gave birth to me. My life centered on working in the barn, doing my homework, avoiding my stepmom's anger and finally going to sleep in my small room or the attic

 

In this room, I can be who I want to be. No pressure. No expectations. I can do as I please. And I like it like that.

 

"Hello, What are you wearing?" "Uh..." I glance down at myself. "Clothes."

 

"Not now. I mean tonight." I groan, tired of this going nowhere conversation, Looking up from my book, I sneak a peek at her. Her puppy-dog eyes are wide in pleading and she bats her lashes at me. I can't help but laugh, "Don't even try it. I'm not going"

 

"Hey bitch, my mom wants you"

I rolled my eyes internally, moving after my ass stepsister Sandy, she always acts like if she was royal and she always gets what she wants but not the best she got the second best, the best go to Katharine

 

actually, she is clever and she got that attitude sure when the matter comes to men, sometimes I wish I can be like her sometimes I pull back what I wished.

 

My ninja stepmom jump from nowhere pulling me with to the kitchen, "we have an important guest, go and bring us some tea and cookie"

of course, she pulls me all that way for some stupid cookies because she had the IMPORTANT man, sure he is a man it's always about men and money

 

I took tea and cake tray moving to where they were seating, it's so simple to guess where are they sitting, I mean since we are still in the day so that they are certainly in the living room, but if it's a night she will not be here with ..... for the most

 

a man in his fiftieth most likely and have a weird look in his eyes like a filthy look, quickly I pulled my eyes away from him to the tray putting it on the small table, ignoring his puncturing eyes. I almost run out the creepy air, but as I said almost, she opens her mouth kindly like a snake

 

I shouldn't be freak out of seeing her kind, she is better than Meryl Streep especially in front of her important guests, she likes playing the role of kind lovely mother

 

" Ain't it shameful to don't serve our guest?"

I rolled my eyes and playback throwing a tight smile and do the usual ...serve them, pour some poison to our creepy guest, he can't stop scanning every move I do, I felt so itchy at my skin disgusted from his looks I want to scrub my body like a crazy bunny

 

I pour the tea and push the cookies more to his side hurrying, he smiled wider showing smudged rotten teeth, I felt so nauseated at the view

please don't smile, even if someone smoked diesel he will not get that amount of dark stains as much as this man had, I try to hold myself tight to not cringe my face, quickly I turned around marching out finally

and before I go far enough my ears caught him saying, I'm taken' that one Miss Jude, wow, she made a contract now, but what she is selling

 

 

 

 

 

Eyes wide and terror, I whispered hisses, "promise to get me phalaenopsis" she stopped and turned to look at me with a cringed face, "phalala... what" I gulped "phalaenopsis" the cringe on her face worsen but she neither let my hand go or whipped that look on her face

 

"that sound like a drug, fuck girl, are you on a drug?"

I rolled my eyes, no one in drug just her, in fact, the drug won't corrupt anything more than what she is in, this girl's expire date passed from centuries

with a deadpan face, "it's orchid and I need it to decorate my grave" she sight and continue pulling me

 

"Ana Robert you are so useless, you are just a pussy bitch"

yes I am coward because this girl had no idea what will happen to me if my father knows that I 'm in this party, it's not like the first here in our village, parties always are thrown but for me, It's forbidden

 

and now I am totally sinking in and if my father knows, for better get orchid on my grave, for the first time on my life regretting going on Melissa's home even knowing her, I've always known that this girl will be the death of me but now I'm sure of it

 

suddenly I hit on Mel, I get nudged on my back, I look and it was a man with a cowboy hat and black leather jacket passing me like nothing happened not even look at me

what gets my attention the whistle, he was whistling with inviting tone beside he was huge, I was like an elf next to him.

 

"wow, watch where you goin' man"

it was Matthew's hand securing me, so that wasn't Mel, a hot smile cross his well-shaped lips observing me with curious eyes I suddenly feel warm as I imagine that mouth touching my skin, my lips. I dropped my head stepping back, I felt my cheeks burning

 

"are you okay" I look at him dreamily watching those lips move slowly, and filling my lung with his aroma, how can I be okay, in fact, I've never been okay ... never, Lifting my brows dreamily almost faint

 

my heart is beating faster, my mind said goodbye to me, he was scared he cares about me, On the inside, I'm jumping up and down in joy till his voice wake me

 

"goddammit Ana answer me" shaking me a little, his eyes full of fear and concern, I simply nodded whispering 'yes'

he gave no time and tug me to his rock chest squeezing the air out of my lunge, but who cares, I will be the happiest corpse

 

all I want is to stop the time and spent my eternity between his arms, but unfortunately the moment cut with cleared throat noise, quickly I pushed him away, and it was Mel wiggling her brows at us, oh crap

good, who can stop her now? but luckily he did "hungry?" not a little, I looked at him and he was scratching the back of his head, oh god

 

"yeah" and with that, I tug Mel hand with me heading out, I know she still dancing with her brows, "stop it" I hissed between my teeth, but this girl is like disaster only get bigger and worse

 

"Oh god, I'm starving"

the food aroma sneak through my nose makes me sighed dreamily when I back to earth I realize that Mathew stare at me with amusement

 

Mel punch my stomach, that smack was enough to make me lose my appetite ... that girl knows how to make good punches

 

"sure you are" good this girl bury the moment and cover it with cement, we start picking our food in a weird silent "I'm so proud of myself, for the first time in my life I do good and that makes me literally tear"

 

"wow, you did" it was more sarcasm than a question, she turned to look at me with smug face "yeah and I did it perfectly, you know you should hire me to kill that fuck face women and her two ugly bitches" I rolled my eyes, that girl can't get my stepmom out of her head

 

wait, she didn't tell me what was the great work that she did, so I turn to catch her before she leaves

but his hand stopped me as his large body guarding against behind, he is close. Close enough to feel him adhered to me and the heat of his body almost burned me

 

"I want to kidnap you for a moment" he whispered in my ears and shiver run along my body

 

Without other spoken words, he had the wheel and tug me with him away, away from any other eyes, that made my heart dance madly, for the first time in my life love the idea of being a victim ... his victim.

chapter 2 ..... sir

Wow, remind to thank Melissa later for doing that for me" I frowned at look at him, "doing what" he smiled and stepped closer "bring you"

he paused, his lips twitched with an evil smirk "to me"

 

Wait. What

 

so that was planned and settled before, that why she eat my brain to take me with her but wait I can't handle this alone, I am the stupidest girl in the world I don't know what to say and how to act, let me quote from my guru "I am a useless bitch" what I do

 

"Ana, we are here because I need to tell you something means death or life to me"

life or death

 

I felt my stomach twisted and my heart stopped, what he wants? Why he doing this?. I look at his face and he was Incomprehensible

 

"Annie, look um"

shit he called me by my nickname, the name he gave it me like our thing, only he and Mel call me that, is it bad or good, I nodded my head, this conversation start messing with my brain

 

"you know It's been a long time since I met you and.." he paused again, And ...

 

Man this pauses will get me killed, and why he now flipping our history, is he sick of being my best friend, hell I'm vanishing but he was calm. Like completely sure of himself. And why not? He's gorgeous, and he knows it.

 

My body shuddered at the heat, god how many times I wished no, I craved for such a moment

 

Wow; that sound so pervert Ana shame on you

 

but... I like it, actually have no idea if I'll like Mathew as a person, but I certainly love how he looks without his shirt. Whenever he walks by, I feel my heart beating faster from excitement. I feel warm inside, and I want to squirm in my place, and I don't want to be shaken by a bad news

 

"Is it bad?"

I couldn't hold myself from asking, he lifts his head staring confused and quickly shake his head, shit, We're clicking. We're really clicking! He likes me, I can tell.

 

Without warning, he stepped closer cupping my head in his hand, my heart slipped to my stomach, shit I know what he wants, I know what he will do

 

"Ana Robert"

yea, that's me

 

it's like my father voice calling my name, My Father, my mind back again, I turn my head and it was him with flesh ...

crap ... I'm dead

 

I gulped "s, s sir" I'm stuttered and my voice filled with fear, this is my end, "home" ... "now"

"But sir" 

 

I gave Mathew's hand little squeeze try to stop him before a war occurs, my father hates Mathew and his family, even when I work with them but for the most has he hated Mathew more.

 

With no second thought, I twisted my legs and run home, sorry Matthew for being rascal and coward, but what I did is for good for both of us. I whipped my tears away and continue my way home; I know this night will be long

 

I don't what I did wrong, I have the right to live to love to do everything and anything I want, I am a human after all not a slave.

Every time, every day, I plan to run but sometimes dream stay dreams

 

I open my house door and skip my stepmom and her daughter heading directly to my room, and make sure to shut the door behind me, but my luck was never ever beside me, my dad pushed the door wildly, the look the rage on his face tells me it's not good

 

his big hand fly to my face, slapping me harder he can "wow look who finally got teeth and stepped over me" I cover my ears with my hands, from the horror of his clapping, I feel like I will pass out from the fear

 

"listen to me you little bitch" I yell at the pain that runs in my scalp when he yanks my hair, I feel every inch is throbbing from the ache

 

"Stay. Away. From. This boy" he throws me on the floor and leaves make sure to lock the door behind.

 

 

******

Two days passed since that night, nothing happened. I mean miss Jude kept a distance away busy in something, which obviously I don't know what it is. Hell who want to know.

 

try not to think about the incident again. Because when I do, I feel like a coward. I want to think that was something, but what if it wasn't

 

I need to clear my mind to clear my thoughts about my dad about Mathew , I mean even if I want to cooperate and act well I don't think I can act like nothing happened in front of Matthew, I don't know even if I can look in to his eyes again and smile make fun . that's why I'm running...

 

I know I am chicken 

 

I sight, throwing another small grass. I don't know why I take them off I look more like cows. I like it here, The fresh breeze hit my face .pull me out of everything.

 

It's my secret place whenever I felt crushed no.no no no no not crush I hate that word, some part of me want to crush everything latterly. But I can't my stupid heart control everything. Moreover, my hormones do some too.

 

I jump quickly turned my head around. I swear I heard a noise came from the trees. No, I'm not crazy or imagining also that not the first

 

I feel like I'm followed and this feeling hunts me from two days ago. I stand defensively pulling my fist in front my face ready to attack.

 

"show up cowered "

I yelled acting heroically ignoring my shack legs, but you know I have to furious. Wait what if it was bear or something big.

 

"Um," I stated not sure what I will say.

 

"if you were a bear or something, it's okay "

 

Maybe it's my dad's eye, he used to glue people with me to take care of me or watch where I go, or like now send them hush-hush, still holding my ears up listening waiting for move answer.

 

"You know I will just leave" waving my hand in the air like it never was a big deal.

no one in the village knows about this place, it's too high and far, what if was animal need to drink water or do their businesses, yeah they have the right to do it like us.

 

I stopped feeling my legs were burning. I turned to look behind I was far enough from the hill but still not reach home.

 

It's one of the bad things in me it's when I'm angry I just walk till I calm. So it depends on the far I walk the much I was really angry.

Walking still better than cursing. Alternatively, do something bad. In addition, I try to be calm before I find myself in Canada because the rage will not end

 

Even so, I'm too lazy to go that far. While I was still rooted to my place, strong winds pick up my hair ..I yelled frustrating throwing my hand to catch my hair .....

 

"not my hair please " I will look like a puff with a lost face ... really Why that wind now can't it wait till I reach home...

 

please ..... no ? ..... no use, okay

 

I lift my head up looking at the sky it was black fill with heavy clouds, ow ow ow that too bad I start to run as fast as I can, behind the shadows a high triangular house came to the view. It the barn our barn, I fasten my steps almost feel my legs will collapse anytime beside I didn't eat the whole day anything

 

"Hello sugar, where are you going "

I groan annoyed when some hand clasped around my shoulder, furiously I shook that handoff turning around

 

"don't you ever touch me, and I'm Ana stupid, not sug..."

okay

 

it was him ... my stepmom guest ... Ms. Stainy

I frowned, "what are you doing here, my stepmom in the home" he smiled, gave me his plenty colored one penny smile

 

"I'm here for you" my brows cocked up, "me" pointing to myself, why he wants me, he had nothing to do with me

 

"you are mine now, sugar" he pauses "my sugar" what!! , for god sake what he is talking about

 

"are you drunk because you stink and I can't tell, but what comes out of your mouth is nonsense, I'm not yours, so go, grandpa"

 

"no, you coming with me" he tugs his jacket aside, and silver thing sparkle from there .... gun 

 

RUN! HE HAS GUNS. WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! , my mind was screaming to me to run but that will be no use he will catch me, I need to do sometin'

 

I'm not a genius, but I recognize the filthiness when I see it, take Mr. Stainy as a good example, I look at him with a confused face, my eyebrows furrowed.

 

"Hey, is that yours," I say as I try not to smile, while I draw his nuts faith, I did what any ordinary girl can do, I use the moment and lift my legs kicking his .. ..you know .... his future

 

Escape is all that fills my mind now, I didn't wait I just ran as fast as I could throwing the world behind me, A wave of panic washes over me but I try to convince myself that I can make it

 

I turned around looking behind my shoulders, he was running after me in a weird way, I think he was limping in a very weird way, his face was like if Halloween mask still stuck so far in his face and forever

 

What have I done to him to pursue me? And what he wants from me My life is very quiet. I'm a poor girl who Does not fit into bad guys. I did not kill anyone or steal. on the speak of steal. Yesterday I stole an egg ... but Uncle Robin will definitely not kill me because of an egg. I do that every day. I took a quick glance behind my shoulder

 

Good, There's another man joined him, that's definitely that's his partner. He was big and fat too fat he was running in opposite direction headed to me

good

 

I twisted my legs choose another way try to distract them, I let out a gasp as someone pushes me hard in my side causing me to fall down to the ground. As I'm lying on the cold floor, I catch my breath and groan

busted

 

 I felt an arm wrap around my hand and pulling me up. The grip takes the breath out of me, in a minute I was hanged by my arm to a huge fatty man

 

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?"

Someone says in a mocking tone. I gulp and tilt my head up only to meet another same figure fat and ugly, I try to tug my arm off his grip but it was too tight

 

" so here you are"I was to scratch the meet out of his ugly face

 

"The masterpiece that my boss purchased" I feel my entire body freeze "what"

 

I snap my head looking at him confused, a masterpiece .. purchased .. me, wait who sells me? and why

 

I'm taken' that one Miss Jude

 

The words I was afraid of and which have always preoccupied my thinking. And that I was like idiots looking for its meaning and what it meant. .. how stupid. I was the whole point

 

"yes baby he bought you from your mother, and now you belong to him"

I don't belong to anyone

 

" you know what "

 

"FUDGE you " ignoring his laugh, I dig my teeth biting his hand, he was busy screaming and  let his hand off, and start running again, my vision started blurring with tears falling heavier than the rain above

 

who cares stupid Ana, why you care, you have been known that no one gives a shit

 

How come I am the only one here? I mean, wouldn't it be more people here? , They were always here, but now while I am in a calamity there is no one

 

I take a look behind me and notice that the guys are close, really close. ... beautiful.

No great no it's really great.

 

Before I think something through with, I saw the church ...directly on my sight and It's the perfect place to hide, father Jones must be there

 

A quick look behind me states that he started to run after me, I pushed the door hard to fly inside and into the ground on my face. I cried out of pain. .ouch

 

why that happens to me. first my stepmom, and now those ...

the men the killers. I jumped quickly run catching the door

Oops

he is few feet away, my lips rise in an evil smirk as Mr. head finally figure out something, I kept holding the door in half open waiting for the gorgeous moment. when he was few inches away

take that you stupid butthead, I'm not yours, no one owns me you mother fudger

I smacked door as hard as I can on his face, with fear and panic, I close the door. I turn the lock as well, making sure that no one will be able to step in or out

 

Oops .. I forgot about father Jones

 

Father Jones's voice came as he walked out of one of the rooms to the main hall.

 

"who's here "

I walked making a voice like a wet penguin and I looked down. My eyes widened. Everything was catastrophic. My clothes were wet and molded on my body and most wonderful is the were dripping On the ground, I must have drawn the map of the world behind me...

 

I looked behind me. Really, the place was disastrous. I could not bear the sight to change the shame burst of laughter

 

"Ana, what are you doing here at this night "

I saw him came closer throw the flicker of lights of the thunder outside the place was dark, I rubbed my cheeks wiping away my shedding tears and my wet cheeks

 

"Hiding here from that stupid killer " waving my hand carelessly gazing back at the slammed door

crap. crap, I pulled my hand quickly covering my mouth, I forget that my mouth with no brakes, his face was also break off of emotions

 

"Killer !!"

 

he repeats in low voice, his face was like a million of questions in his mind , don't worry dear father the same running here, he is a man of problem and fight he likes to live his life in peace, and I don't want to make him worried he always treated me as he treats Melissa, as his own daughter

 

"NO"

I yell well I'm sure my tone was low, but don't know why father Jones jump I rolled my eye, don't blame me, I was running and fighting for two minutes

 

"What !!!! I mean thunder, not killer, haha you know I am too young to die roasted "

Smiling sheepishly pulling my hand to the sky like a lightning arrestor, but if he had any doubts he will call my dad or my stepmom and I will be finished

 

"Oh, wait I will bring you some covers before you catch a cold"

pheu

 

I shake my head, still standing looking at him moving away, I don't want to make him worried beside I don't know what to do or where to go I can't go home now I'm sure they will come back for me, and if they do, taking me will be much much easy since miss Jude will support them

 

besides even if I ran, she got hands everywhere so she will find me so easily

 

I moved but the sound my wet clothes creating again the sound of the duck, I was even too heavy to move. I feel frustrated, I want to go rest feels the warmth of my home even it's an awful place but still my home but now home not home anymore

 

I heard father Jones foot behind me so I turned to be face to face with wait .. that's too big to be father Jones I don't remember he went to the gym before or even had that huge figure I can't see anything, I huffed stepping close to the man

 

yeah

 

I need to take a better look before I do a dangerous move sending him dead and face it, Mel ' i killed your dad, well sure I will not kill him but I can break few bones, and that will not cheer her up

 

wait, what I'm thinking

 

Did I said a man excuse my mistake ... I meant a wall. Or a giant or any word will end up meaning huge, I don't remember father jones gone to the gym

 

a flash of light from the thunder lighten the place, my breath hitched in my throat, oh my god that wasn't anyone from the church or anyone I know, yeah I'm sure

 

It's devil   

 

chapter 3...It's official, I've been kidnapped.

devil .. i'm sure

 

I stepped few feet away from him I clutched my fingers around my necklace, The only thing that gives me a sense of hope and tranquility

 

wait ... how did he enter I'm sure I locked the door and it's the only door, is he really devil or I start to hallucinate

 

no voice heard, he was deadly silent, I moved back but stumbled with don't know what was don't care all I care about is who is he?

 

I felt my body falling, I'm ready to feel my butt break or crush on the floor but, nope... no there's no rough ground beneath

 

I swing one hand beside me to feel the only air, my eyes opened wide and that was devil holding me ... with one hand like if I was paper

It was dark. But when the lightning light struck again . his silver eyes only what I could catch, It is impossible. only the devils possess such these eyes

 

"devil" I mumbled almost fainting from the fear, swiftly he shifts me, my back hit his chest, his arm wrapped around my waist, I feel his breath on my ear

 

"devil can't be in church but I can" his breath make my whole body shiver, in very bad way

 

Valid point

 

Balling my hands into fists, I swing back over my shoulders trying to hit him but nothing.

He growls "Stop!"

 

Stop? Are you kidding me? How about...no!

 

I try to hit him over and over again. He's moved his head behind mine so I can't reach his face. Pulling my arm forward, I wrench it back hard and elbow him in the ribs. He drops me and I hit the floor with a thud. Scrambling to my feet

 

ouch

 

I turned quickly running away taking long steps pushing the door open don't know where to go, I don't have any intention to get leash today

 

suddenly between the heavy rain and heavy breathes Strong arms wrap around my waist and lift me AGAIN

 

Hauling me over his shoulder and runs with me down the empty road. It hurts my stomach so badly, I feel like I'm going to puke ...all on his back .....not a bad idea

 

I am not going down without a fight!

 

without thinking I blow a lot of punches on his back

 

"how dare You", Spitting my words as the rain was pouring hard on my face, for the first time I push my anger out and guess where ... yes to that creature

 

"HELP "

"HELP "

 

"let go " I kept screaming at the top of my lungs, why no one in this stupid village gets out and help, are they deaf

 

"HELP "

 

"anyone HELP those dumbbutts I swear I kill you ALLL " when I get rid of this one first

 

no one, nothing just dead end

 

that's'impossible, that can't be, this  just a dream

My stiff body slumps in defeat and I sob into the man's back. I cry out, "Please let me go! Oh God, please!"

 

But the man's pace never slows.

 

ouch

 

"shshshshsh , I can't, I don't want to and I won't "

 

how convenient!!! , I haven't ever been confident from something as much I am now, I am done

 

"All you need to do now is to be a good girl "

 

good ... I'm dead

 

Goodbye cruel world

 

this dumbbutt throws me in the van like if I was a sack of potato not caring about if he will break any part any bone or anything

 

" you idio..."

 

I can't finish my words because of that idiot smashed my mouth with his hand shushing me and flipping to lay on my stomach and tie my hands and my legs with some zipper I guess but hell it's hurt so much I felt the blood blocked under the tape

 

I winced in pain again when he flipped me again to sleep on my back, quizzing my face with his hands

 

" Even your God can't Save you from me, so shut the fuck up sweety " freeing my face and shut the door off to hear his sit behind the wheel start driving away

 

is this the end? Am I going to die? , no I don't want to die, I'm still young

 

"Set me free now, set me free, set me free, set me free, set me free,  se ...."

 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP " I gasped as his voice blow and almost explode my eardrums.

 

like a bunny I sink in the seat shutting my mouth only watching my life movies in front of me the move of my life didn't finish yet, that idiot interrupted when the car jumped make me jump too from the seat to smack my ass on the car floor

 

"ouch at least drive like humans, why you even kidnapped me if you can't drive, you should go and learn how to dri....."

 

my mouth hanged in the air not able to finish my decent conversation when I saw a metal flashed and pressed against my head

gun...

 

"I swear one more word and I'm gonna blow up your head"

I huffed swear under my breath I didn't finish cursing and the car make another jig make me slap my head on the door behind me and again spit me to the floor, I groan in both pain and anger

 

"where that idiot got his license, and who the bigger idiot who gave him ?"

 

" you are pushing your luck sweetie "

even the word sweetie came out so bitter, if the candy makers hear him they will swear to not produce any even the kids they will stop eating candy and no more Halloween trick or treat

 

I gasped when I saw him staring at me, he lifted his brow watching me dare me, in fact, I'm silent I'm just thinking wait .........

 

is he can read minds or something , that thoughts make me dig my ass deeper on the floor of the car , god why don't he look where he go instead of staring at me like that shift he will kill both of us, no no it's not the right time to advice, chewing my lips to stop anything may come well I'm doing my best .

 

I think It's official.

 

I've been kidnapped.

 

******                  *****                                         *****

 

I groan feeling amazing under a fluffy like bed flipping pulling what it seems like sheets that stupid cold breeze sneak breaking the warmth ......... wait

bed

sheets

warmth

 

for god sake what, I open my eyes wide sitting on my ass looking around me, it was black, where am I, what's going on that's not like my room I hate memory paralyze when I wake up.

 

wait...

 

the devil and he took me and I try to sleep for .... shift clutched my fingers as fist hitting my head, all this because of you, you decided to sleep and you know exactly what I am like a bear when I sleep can't wake up easily

 

and sleep like that, I mean like that in bed and comfy, what exactly happened when I was sleep ... did he ... did I, I mean no no that's not happened

 

I slid my hands slowly from my head down, down to under the sheets that cover me checking what if I were at my same clothes, I moved it slowly feeling my clothes my dress my jacket down is important my trousers 

my trousers are alive I still untouched

 

I jumped from the bed happy throwing the sheets away to stepped stridden on the bed edge to hit my ass on the floor, oh nooo, I cried rubbing my butt, this poor suffered a lot sorry sweetie

 

I got up this time slowly try to find light moving my fingers on the wooden pieces and I find it, switching it on to spread the light across the room , it wasn't too small it was huge comparing to the one I had in my house or the attic to be clear it was only white only while color and too dirty to make rat live in it

 

a lot of things are spattering around and the rotten smell fill the air there was no windows, I ran to the door, struggling to open it was locked from outside

 

"open the door please"

shaking the door hopefully maybe it will open or even anyone hear me, but none of that happened, what can I do ... think Ana think, think, think, you have to get out of this place

 

Pin all I need is pin

 

I pulled my fingers searching in my hair find it I find one no, in fact, two, I widened the two parts and push them in the key eye moving it slowly waiting to hear the click sound and its clicked, it clicked you are smart

 

Ana, I stopped clapping when I realized that I was still kidnapped

 

I find a pail with half water in it 

 

my ears catch a noise of door opened, I looked at the door it was still close quickly hopped off the bed to my secret weapon ' the pail ' bravely I clutch it with both my hands ready to active my plan .. which is ????

 

yeah, is hitting the killer on his head knocking him off and run out of here since the door for sure must be opened, he will let it open to get out I'm sure.

 

the noise starts getting closer I glued my ear on the door hearing his footsteps, I heard  words flowing out but I can't understand what it was, the doorknob twisted to make me jump little to sink into the wall behind me and more behind the door I was standing front it

 

the door swings open I tightened my grip ready to shot or technically hit

the noise starts getting closer, I glued my ear to the door hearing his footsteps and noise getting closer and closer, I jump little hiding behind the door

 

the door swing open I tightened my grip 

 

and wait   

 

chapter 4..Hunting

He showed

I took the chance and hit the pail on his ribs and his back over and over as much as I can

 

"That's to learn to not play with girls like me idiot"

 

I throw the pail away and take the chance and run away, the doors were open and there are light and freedom, I can see the sun it's like if it was  the afternoon and a lot of green, long trees the woods was hugging the road from the two sides

 

wait, where am I? is that forest 

I stopped looking around, I'm hair's breadth from broking down, just breathe

 

I almost collapse on the ground. Tears run down my face again. In addition, the warm feeling inside me dissipates, replaced by harsh, gnawing fear.

 

No!! please let that all be only a dream... a bad dream.

 

I open my eyes.

It's not a dream. I can still smell the freshness of the trees

 

I'm stuck and I know It's just a matter of time before he finds me and does something truly awful to me. I need to escape before that happens

 

My mind is whirling with possibilities, if I go to the woods then one hundred present I'm dead, even if I stayed here also I'm dead

 

I know that might be suicidal but I will go with the one, yes dying in the woods is better than raped and die here

 

Breathing harshly, tears of pain and frustration burning in my eyes. don't know what he's going to do to me, and I don't want to find out.

So I run.

 

I used the only thing I'm good at,  my feet, I don't know where I'm running, but I can't let him catch me

 

The tree line was close as well as the highway, the trees will more distracting, ignoring the aching in my barefoot all I'm thinking is running

 

Suddenly the dark dropped, but I can see the sun shadow above the heavy trees, sweet Jesus, I hate snakes bugs and most important rats and now I'm in the middle of it

 

My leg muscles are screaming, and my lungs are straining for air. When I glance back, I see a tall man chasing after me ... it's him

Hell, he's a good runner too. I put on a burst of speed, ignoring the pain in my feet; I have to win this time

 

I can't be a victim again, I've been spent my whole life a victim to my stepmom and her daughters and locked under my father cages ... now it's done, I'm done

 

It feels like I'm running forever. When I glance back, there was no one; my pace eases a little bit. I can't sustain that speed much longer, my lung feels like burning and tearing apart

 

I need some water, and I have no idea where I go next, As the darkness begins to fall, I take shelter under a large tree, my foot can't hold me anymore, my eyes still looking for directions

 

I can feel the cuts and bruises on my bare feet, it's hurt like hell

 

For a second it seems my mind starts working again, and the first thing came to my mind 'what the hell is going on'

Suddenly I felt someone grabs my arm, moving as quickly as a snake. His grip is like steel around my right wrist. I tried to fight but it was totally useless, especially when he twists my arm painfully backward

 

"Let go, you psycho"

I winced, I feel my arm will break

 

I try to hit him in the face again with my other hand, but he catches that arm too. Clearly, he knows how to fight and s also obviously stronger than me.

 

My right arm is screaming in pain, but I try to kick him, as my feet make contact with his legs, but he was like a rock. I can't lose this fight

Either I fight now, or I will forever be a victim

 

"shhh" it's him 

the same voice in my ears again, angrily I fightback  pushing him away, all I want for now is  him off me in any possible way

 

"Drop it, or I will break your fucking arm," he hisses, my eyes widen, he sounds promising and self-assured. Beside my shoulder feels like it's about to pop out of its socket, as waves of pain radiating down my arm.

 

so I stand still, but he didn't let go, instead, I felt his breath hitting my neck, then a good idea jump to my mind 

 

"Fuck!"

 he growled deep in his chest as me head collided soundly with his face, with that he let my both arm go, I I start running again, breathing harshly, tears of pain and frustration burning in my eyes.

 

I can hear his foot thuds on the ground, Lunging toward me

Swiftly he turned me to face him still holding my hands on over my head, enough to restrain me as he wrapped his legs around mine

 

I panted, chest rising defiantly. my entire body was tense beneath him, and I realize there's no use to fight someone  like him, he is much stronger than me

 

my eye darted and for the first time, I see his face clearly, staring at him for the first time with no scarf no hat just real him

And yep.

 

Totally.

 

Scary.

 

Terrifying.

 

Utterly.

 

his eyes were blue. A strange, startling, dark, vibrant, eyes. And they were beautiful, strange color, the shape long dark lashes.

 

My breath stuck in my throat.

 

his hot dirty hair styled in perfect way, it was too hot and attractive ,I fought my desire to pass my fingers inside the tufts of his hair, he got the best sculpt face with strong jawline covered with little dark hair over a creamy skin with a not heavy and kissable lips like if a Romanian god landed .

 

he was too much to be a normal man also too much to be a killer, I mean usually, the killers' kidnappers are so ugly with a lot

his eyes dropped to my br**sts, my h*ps or my legs. I felt naked under his eyes

 

"goin' somewhere" looking at me with amusement like if he is enjoying himself

 

" hands-off, grandpa" I try to free myself from his grip 

 

Anger raced through him as he tightened his arms around me, he tilts his head frowning, what he's pissed now, will I didn't lie, he is like what !! well not my grandpa neither my father in age but still OLD

 

Staring was never something attractive to me, I hate it so much and now he can't stop ogling me, I feel like he raped me with his eyes

 

"You like to fight don't you?" He smiled. "I like to fight too." tighten his grip even more 

 

Holding my wrists in his left hand, and use his other to draw lines on my cheeks down to my neck, choked sobs erupted from my throat, before he reaches to my breast I let my voice out 

 

"stop" I croaked, "Please." his eye back again to my face scanning me intently 

Unexpectedly, He released my hands from his prison, I left my eyes to meet his deep one, is he going to let me go? , and I was wrong

 

"let's go" he stated with his deep masculine voice, what the hell he meant?

 

"wha.." 

before I could finish my word, He carried me and threw me over his shoulders. He was hanging down on his back as he clenched his fist on my feet

 

"No, put me down" I struggled to attack his back, but it seems like he can't feel anything

 

"shshsh" 

Not only did he cut me off with his voice, but he slapped my ass too. I felt my face radiating heat.

 

He's really A'hole

chapter 5 ... demon in human skin

 if spoon fall on the floor now, it will make a BIG noise , I can hear the bugs talking, it's just like that from half hour ago, eyes drilling holes on me, like if I was ogre

all I know for now is that man who kidnapped me wasn't alone, add five heads beside the cold head

Moreover, I discover that it's not him I hit with the pail, which explains why he followed me that fast instead of laying on the floor

The actual man I hit was pressing some ice on his head, watching while ranting something under his breath, which I can't hear what was but I can tell it's not moral

that cold person shout some orders to them and they all get out with him and make sure to lock the door behind him

Tears burn my eyes, but I don't let them fall. Crying wouldn't help my situation now. I need to figure out what's going on. Are they planning to kill me? Rape me? If its ransom they are after, then I'm as good as dead

Hold back hysteria. I don't want to start screaming. That would attract their attention. Instead, I just lie there in the dark, every horrifying story I've heard and known running through my mind

I want to close my eye and open them again and find out it was just a nightmare this nightmare was material

I looked around again, surrounded by strangeness. I wanted to cry. but I'm already crying, but I wanted to cry for being so horribly, unfortunately, stupidly girl

I've had so many dreams so many fantasies and a lot of wishes and thing wanted to do and now they all evaporated

Melisa was right I'm pretty much useless and used to tell me If I  do nothing my life will destroy in front of me one day because of my stepmom

but what for the love of god what I could do, that women like snake she had a lot of hands in everywhere, if I ran she would find me in blink

I wiped angrily at the tears that threatened to escape my eyes. I had to focus on a way to get out of here, not on a way to feel sorry for myself

I look around my try to adapt my eyes to the darkness, the room was huge comparing to my room, even the bed was big too, I get up heading to check the windows and The window was boarded shut

I crept to a set of curtains and pulled them back. I barely contained an exasperated scream. I slipped my fingers around the edges of the wood trying to pull it up, but it didn't move a hair

The door opened behind me without warning. I spun around, slamming my back against the wall as my breath sharpen and my heart stop, right now I want to dig a hole and disappear

My legs shook with fear as he shut the door and walked toward me. He looked like the Devil himself, dressed in black jeans and a black button-up shirt, stepping slowly, with intent hunting me with his eyes.

Still handsome enough to make my heart go crazy. It was pure twisting.

The look in his eyes sends a violent shiver of fear ran down my spine. I can taste the adrenaline in my tongue

he raised his hand and I didn't wait for the hit and I threw my arms up to protect my face. but his hand slammed into the wall. I froze, I don't know if I should feel relieved that he didn't hit me or afraid of what next

Without warning both my wrists in his left hand and he pressed them to the wall over my head. I was pinned between him and the wall. My chest was heavy raising and falling

"listen to me very carefully princess, I will not hurt you so long as you do as I ask. Be loyal and you will live"

"Cross me and you will get a hole between your eyes"

he says this in his rough and husky voice, I  stepped back away enough from him, he is so scary now, the deep calm in his voice makes me feel cold

 I don't know what to do my mind put the sign of 'gone fishen'

 we do not break our gaze or actually I can't move my eyes away from his eyes that are so cold, they are the perfect picture of arctic ... cold

I pulled my eyes down try to distract myself away from his eyes, only to meet a solid firm chest the carves shadowed from his shirt, c'mon is that kind of torturing, why he should be hot like that almost crying from frustration

"interesting "

Pulling my head up again and scanning his face no sense of humor,  he gotta be kidding ... interesting ... me.

I never heard those words in my life especially not from a man, no man says that I'm interested in the fact they all said that I'm 'boring machine'

My eyes open wide when I felt his finger on my face down my shoulder pulling my hair away, I felt my heart stopped when I felt his lips kissing my collarbone

He pulled away from me

"Can you breathe princess?"

Sarcasm was clear in his voice, but what was terrifying is that I ejected out a breath, I did not know that I was holding in

This is too scary. Why is he so calm? His personality was like in horror movies quiet and terrifying. I expected him to get angry or blast on my face but nothing

" please, just let me go please I'm begging you"

He stepped a little watching my face intently as if he was reading the written lines on my face or my fallen tears

"Who mentioned  harm?" I look at him confused if this is not harming so what is it then?

why he doing that why he messing with me messing with my sanity, He shifted me in his arms until my head against the fabric of his shirt.

"no, please let me go" my voice was feeble

I was powerless; I'm tired so exhausted to think I feel like I'm hairbreadth from fainting, all I can do is pushing his sold chest with my palm

"Stop it." There was amusement on the surface of his voice.

I stopped, my mind was busy thinking storming with questions thoughts memories

I tried to focus on details about him. He was detectably strong and he lifted my weight without so much. Beneath my cheek, I could feel the hard massiveness of his chest. He smelled faintly of soap, and cigarettes too, his masculine scent that was distinct

My reality came crashing back to me the moment I felt something smooth and cold. Panic gripped me.

"What are you doin'?" tighten my grip on his shirt, There was a pause, he looks at me with a smirk on his face, With amused voice. 

"I'm getting you cleaned up princess"

I opened my mouth to speak when the initial burst of cold water hit my feet, I gasped jumping more on tube edge

"No I don't want to be cleaned" shielding my breasts and torso with my arms, the idea being naked in front of him makes me lose my nerve

"shhhh princess"

rubbing his giant hand on my back but that didn't soothe me instead that makes me cross the edge of stability I jumped splashing my legs on the water breathing heavily I almost faint still caging myself with my arms

he sighed resting his hands on his hips, as if he done with me, he lifts his head looking at me, the look in his eyes so wicked

I'm sure this man possessed with a demon, no he is a demon in human skin

without warning he jumped in splattering the water, I felt my body yanked forcefully, my mind gone fuzzy the next thing I know that my face was pressed on the wall and he his hips pressed against my back

his hands trailing from the shoulder knife down to intertwined his fingers with mine firmly, make sure I can't move under him

"Listen, princess, I don't really give a fuck about what you want"

 I felt his lips brushing my ear shell, I felt my body failed me and collapsed, I don't want to broke now but that was life, we never get what we want  

chapter 6...Devil/ why would I kill my mission

 Fox

"what the fuck is going on Fox"

it's easy to catch the displeasure in Ashton's voice, There was something interesting about that girl some good businesses, at the first time I saw here I thought she is just slow and naïve and that was only the surface, she is disguised more like me but the difference is I know and she doesn't

 

"She is the girl I'd been looking for", that wasn't a lie but let's say half the truth, resting my elbows on the chair gathering my hands like if I was praying

 

Everyone shut up blinking at him, Ashton was watching me attentively I know he is scared of what running in my mind, totally the opposite to Rider who gave me his wicked smirk

 

Ashton knows me well, but Rider is my childhood friend he knows me better than anyone, he knows both of us me and past-me

 

"yes, I can tell" 

all our eyes turned to Daniel the youngest and wittiest part in the team, I smirk at him wincing at the ice in his head, I know it wasn't that hurt but he likes drama

 

"what?" he retorts when he noticed my smirk

 

"Your 'the girl' almost kills me today and smash my head like a small coconut, sure will be the girl" 

winging his finger at 'your girl', I rolled my eyes ...as I said drama

 

"Do not think coconut is a great compliment to your mind" everyone starts laughing except Daniel, he was pouting, murmuring asshole low enough to reach Riders ears

 

"so tell me Fox" Rider shifted in his seat facing me

 

"How come it's always the pretty ones that end up in your hands"

his mouth full with Russian accent even after these years in the USA and he didn't change much, Rider has one problem he takes it as an insult when there is a beautiful woman out of his reach, fuck I need to keep him away from her

 

I gave him death glare "hands off " he smirked, lifting his hands in surrender, that piece wasn't for play or for touch not for me not for him not for anyone else 

 

"Because you're dumb; and no girl in the world wants to hook up with dump"Eva retort without taking her eyes off her nails

 

"I agree" Daniel wiggling his eyebrows at him taking his revenge and celebrating his victory, well not long before he ate a hit on his head from Rider and they start their usual fight like teenage girls

 

"So, any information about her" Ashton asks crossing his arms over his chest, my attention turned to thirty-three years man, he's practically the old man of our group. Not that old but his beard make him looks far older than thirty-five years of age but his mind is passed his age.

 

Ana, Ana David Robert, age 20, mother died father retired and married to another woman Judy Robert and had two daughters, allergic to aubergine, no serious disease, favorite color violet, no passport, never been out her country, blood group B+     

 

I've been following her for few days and know things beyond her name,  she a perfect recipe: beautiful, poor, likely innocent, succumb, perfect case to the police for typical excuse 'simply run away'

 

I shrug "not much" I lied and don't regret that lying is not  big deal to me, in fact, I lie more than I breathe but at the end, it's for their benefits more than mine, and when I see the right time I will consider telling them  

 

but what is outstandingly interesting is that girl she is mostly a monster just like me, and I'd love to make that monster come to air.

 

"what's her name," Julia asked the hardest question, I play it cool and shrug

 

"don't sure," my answer make the ice bag fall from Daniel's hand and Rider spit the water out his mouth, and everyone was looking at me as if I had two heads, I like playing beside I need time to sew our scheme first. me and my client

 

"Okay I'm done" Rider gets up throwing his hands in the air walking out the office, Followed by Daniel

 

"Wait for me" 

okay drama started 

 

"why I'm not surprised" Julia teases, that girl knows everyone here as she knows herself she is more like mother and big sister to us, of course not for Ashton because she's his girl

 

"you want to add something before I go and check on her" she adds holding the door ready to leave, for sure I will never tell her about what I've done to that girl before she passes out between my arms in the bathroom

 

"Yeah, can you change her clothes because she's stinky" she shakes her head and leaves the room with Eva for ma and Ashton to share the conflict in peace 

 

"Seriously Fox, she's stinky and you don't know her name" he sat from his place to take another close to me

 

"what else" I sighed "passed out" he frowned, taking hold of my gaze, I rolled my eyes 

 

"she passed out !!" was more like  conforming question that  he heard me right, Ashton he is like a big brother for me beside is owe him a lot, this man gave me another, another chance/ way  to have a life

 

"God Fox, what are you playing this time" I dig my fingers into my hair, I don't know how I explain that to him

 

"Maybe the others did, but I didn't believe any of that shit, so you better.." drawing an angry line with his full tattooed hand on the wooden table, before I stopped him with my words

 

"That girl saw me as the devil; she believes that I'm the devil"  well that another part of the truth, it's been a long time since I heard this name if that came from anyone else in minutes he will be without a head just damaged useless corpse laying on the floor

but when the matter comes to her I'm cuffed to my neck, I can't do anything to her, I promised that I will keep her save 

 

He still, blinking at me, he opens his mouth to say something but closed again like he didn't find the words "Did Rider know?" I frown at him, I didn't expect that question, but I shake my head negative "okay" he murmured, rubbing his face his beard 

 

"I think you need Rider to roll deep in that " .... "no need"I pressed the phone bottoms, not long he was standing in the door was with his bored face 

 

"Da" I rolled my eyes and sighed 

 

"I want to know everything about her" he frowned and stride to join us, his face turned serious, that Rider he changes to another person when the subject turn to mention digging for information     

 

"her?who?" I rolled my eyes as Ashton's palm his face "the girl Rider" pointing my finger upward to where her room was 

 

"are you serious" his face scanning mine, not sure if he gets me right, I said nothing just give him blank face, he turned to Ashton 

 

"Where did the sunrise today?"  Ashton shack his head "From the east, you idiot"

 

"Fox ask me to search for information about a girl. from all the killers of the world, criminals and mafia, you ask me to search for information about that girl, why that " wiggling his brows with a mischievous look on his face 

 

" just do it or you will not see the sun tomorrow" he waved his hand ' like fine! who cares', he knows those were just words to shut his mouth 

 

"Listen, boss, I know you very well, You know girls as many as your hair, and you didn't ask for information about any of them. Why her?"

 

"she called him devil" Ashton break the news to Rider, silence fills the air to cut by Rider again 

 

"is she alive" with a smirk I answer his horrified face with a nod "you did not kill her, is it possible? .."  turned back to his playful mood, how idiot, why would I kill my mission 

 

"Will you do it or- " he huffed "fine" and left the room  

 

**********

 

 

"for fuck sake Fox, what you were thinking when you left her like that" I messaged my temples, an hour passed and Julia didn't shut up about how careless I am

 

"God, you're a dork." That not new, why should I care actually I never cared, emotion to me was like puzzles feeling make us fragile, easily broken, and why we pretend that care when the truth no one gives a fuck about you

 

Turning back to the laptop, I'm immediately wary "don't ignore me" she slapped the laptop shut

 

"Her clothes were soaked and she was full with bruises" well the first was her handy work, while the second she caused that to herself, Opening my mouth to answer, she holds up a hand and I stop in my tracks. Put in my place like a small child

 

She utters "Never been disappointed in you, Fox. Never. Till now." Lifting my face to hers, I glare. Hard. Hurt crosses her features and I feel like an asshole

 

"Why? do you expect me to care now?" she throws her head down tired of talking putting too much effort on someone like me

"fine, I know you never did, but you should do now" give my shoulder little squeeze, I tilt my head staring at her mockingly

 

"And that's why" she stepped away looking at me with the smirk"Because she is yours" The door slams shut, matching the sound of my slamming the laptop shut.

 

okay, that was I've missed. babysitting her ass 

 

I throw my head in my hands, I'm annoyed more than pissed, I pushed the chair getting up and leave my office, I need some air, I let my feet take the lead, I felt my throat burning I walked to the kitchen

 

The dark was covering the entire house, I glimpsed a faint light coming from the living room, directly my hand swift to take a grip of my gun in my back, yes that safe,  but I can't fight my instinct, my killer instinct because that what I am, that what I used to do

 

I click the save open, and the light was the light of the television. Daniel and Rider were watching a movie I guess and the popcorn was as if a popcorn bomb exploded at the scene

 

Shit, they are dead ... Julia will not let it go that easy "What the fuck man" Daniel snapped when he senses my presence behind him still aiming at them

 

"drop it, I changed my mind" I smirk, digging my gun back at my waistband

 

"What!!" terror was clear in his voice, Rider was cramming laughs in his throat at Daniel's face, I have no intention to tow myself in there fight 

 

drown in the dark again, I love dimness, I used to live in places words like that I never used that much to lights

 

I raked my fingers through my hair and ejected another rush of air, I made his way across the kitchen and opened the fridge door, the cool, cool air felt good against my skin, too good

 

"chuvak" I look at the dark body, it was Rider, he came closer snatching beer for him too "here, the information I found about her" 

he handed me papers, fuck I can't see anything written there, I feel my head will blow beside I don't feel working reading or do anything

 

" titles"

 

 I ask impatient to know what is the puzzle pieces, I know there was a puzzle but I can't figure what is it. "your masterpiece for sale, more accurately, has been sold" 

 

I turn to face him watching him from the dim light from the living room, I trust Rider researchers, and to tell the truth, he is good at it, there is a rare chance that he is wrong

 

but what I can't understand why my man didn't mention anything about that when he gave me that fucking mission when

he noticed my silence he continues

 

"To a brothel but as I know. There are dogs smelling her trace" 

I shook my head don't say anything thing, I don't understand, that girl in her fitt and her behaviors say nothing of a whore, is that why I should take care of her   

 

I leaned in and wrapped my fingers around cold beer popping off the cap, letting the metal skid across the granite counter. 

 

I bought the beer to my lips. Strong, cold, carbonated fluid rushed down my throat drive away some of the heat in my body. There was no denying how good that felt.

 

maybe I should break her down to her foundation before I'd got any chance of building her back up. It's challenging but more fun

 I'm too curious to know how it looks like? how much furious fearless mercilessly the monster inside her can be?

 

*****

he turned around, leaning against the counter, the edge digging into his spine. One hand gripped the edge of the counter, the other holding the bottle, quickly cooling as veins of water cascaded down his arm. He drank more and more as he diving in his thoughts about her

 

He finished his bottle, which had done nothing for him, still restless. He walked over to the fridge again, cracked open another. Repeat. Another taste, another gulp, the thirst just growing.

 

Fox knew nothing about caring for a woman long term. He'd heard a lot about love in the last twelve years, but he never felt the things people talked about. He ran his fingertips up and down the neck of the bottle absentmindedly.

 

the restless start moves from his mind to whole his body, his mind still busy stormed confused, as he let the lead to his feet, and they handle the job perfectly they throw him in her way in front of her bed

 

with his sharp tired eyes, he kept gazing at her face at her skinny figure, a lot of thoughts rushed through his mind, why suddenly he wants to know her to know every detail about her  

 

   *****  

chapter 7 .. Outrageous Twist

 "Wassup?" and I glare at him

An olive-skinned man, His dark hair is short but not buzzed. his eyes were sharp but not evil, and the most noticeable was his accent He winking at me

 

The lady from before approaches me and asks kindly "Would you like some water?"

Avoiding her gaze, I shake my head, I don't want anything from these people. I'm shocked to see women amongst the men. What kind of women would take part in this sort of thing? She must be a heartless bitch

 

"Bitches can't talk" another woman commented as she pulls a chair and joins the party

 

"Eva you better close it" the same woman roar at her, I think her name as she told me was Julia

she was the first face I found when I woke up panicking when I find myself in a clean bed with clean new clothes, I haven't any idea how I became like this,  at first I thought he did that, that means he saw me naked maybe would be more than seeing but she told me she did it

 

And now she inviting me to their breakfast table, were everyone glaring at me as if I was Picasso painting or alien with two heads

What I don't understand is why they are acting nice, and warm, and that forced me to believe either they are two-faced or clearly bananas. Mentally unstable fruit loops every single one of them

 

"hey fighter baby, morning" I jumped at the sudden touch on my shoulder

I look beside me, another guy with shaggy hair and slight delicate beard on creamy skin only to make him more eye-catching, His brown eyes are warm and soft

 

he is the same boy I hit with a pail, his smile widens as he sat beside me, I was stunned and confused, what is this guy doing?

 

"by the way, I'm Daniel and I'd love to call me Dan or Danny"

he pauses taking a sip of my fruit juice after my fries hitched in his throat, the smile was fighting my lips, I can't pull my eyes away from him, he was the fruitiest

 

"Everyone actually calls me Dan except for Mr. face like thunder, he calls me Daniel"

I can't resist the smile, especially at the name he called that devil, actually it was a badass name, and suddenly I saw Mel in him, he was pretty much like her

 

I watch him free-falling on his words and enjoy himself with my plate while his plate was untouched

"also you can call me Danny, but that will get me killed or hanged" His smug face meets my smiley one-, he winks and lifts his imaginary hat

"You are welcome fighter baby"

 

fighter baby!! 

 

I'm here from one day only and he already gave me a nickname, "fighter baby" I breathed the name taste it in my lips, I know that could be stupid but calling me a fighter make things live through again inside me

 

"hell you are fighter baby" I frowned at him, how he heard me I thought I was hushed enough, he gazed at me with teased face

he tosses his hands to me but I shrink away at first I think I can't cooperate even if they were good, "it's okay I will never hurt you, I give you my pinky promise"

 

really... pinky promise

I just stare at him, then he huffs, he tugs my finger  and makes his pinky promise, everything in him screams 'Mel', more and more I see Mel clear in him

 

"that our promise and also I forgive you for smashing my head to smithereens yesterday" I winced internally, so that was him not the devil

 

"I'm sorry," I said in low voice, he ruffled my hair still drawing that smile, he looks kind and nice and compassionate, not like the devil

 

"Friends" I look at him stunned, but to someone like him was so difficult to say no

 

Before I answer, a rough clearing throat cut the moment, I looked behind me and it was him staring at me at us with cold dead eyes, quickly I pulled my hand from Dan's and looked away turning my gaze to my lab

 

Okay, I'm mentally shaking in my boots, but I can't let him see that. Right now, I have to go with the flow of things, wait for the right moment and try to escape.

 

"Hey, Bossman" I lift my eyes to look at Dan with wide eyes, he avoids my eyes to drink some water

Oh shit. the devil is the boss. Just wonderful.

 

Okay, okay. Time to change tactics

 

I felt a hand on my back and jumped my breath hitched, for a moment I imagined him choking me, seriously this guy start messing with my mind

 

"Glad you like it, you want some more" it was Julia

Jesus Christ... Before I answer, someone did for me, it was the guy with the accent "she didn't eat them Dan did"

 

Dan lifts his hand to his heart playing the victim "how could you say something like that"

 

"dude, I'm nice as pie"

 

"Nyet." Rider said calmly but I can't know what that means

 

"you are a mouse potato" the pissed dolly model noted, earning "bitch "and tongue out from Dan

 

"Daniel?" Julia shouted, but quickly he defended himself with a big smile, she groans frustrated and walked away

 

"I think you wishing for another love tap from her," the guy with the accent said pointing at me

 

"Puhlease, she loves me. Every woman loves and wants me," he said sincerely.

 

"Yeah, keep lying to yourself"

 

From side look, I saw him smile proudly murmuring, "don't listen to them, they are a bunch of haters" I fight another smile, this guy totally crazy

 

not long till she back with a full dish with everything delicious, I felt my mouth waters, a moment later the table full of six abductors and one victim

 

Amazing

 

I scan my surroundings again, desperately looking for a means of escape. My face falls when I can't find one. I look up into the face of my kidnapper, the devil smirks as he knows what running through my mind

 

I want to knee him in the jingle bells.

 

My face must convey what I feel because of his smirk flares into a wide, gleaming, crooked smile.

 

The man is actually not bad looking. Not traditionally good looking, but gruffly attractive in a manly way

 

His gruffness, his appearance, it works for him in a mean, scary way. Damn shame he's an A'hole criminal

the air was cold silent only the spoon noise and the munching heard, it was scary as death, I clear my throat I know it's a suicidal move but it must happen.

 

"Excuse me, uh- um-. Can you please tell me what I'm doing here?"

the noise stops to look at me, my eyes were focused on him, He looks into my eyes but doesn't answer. I try to hold his gaze, but his blue eyes pierce mine. It's getting a little awkward so I lower my eyes to his chest and try again.

 

"If there's something you want, I can help you -"

He cuts me off with a curt, "No." Then turns to his plate, eating slowly silently

 

Heat crawled up my face and the lump in my throat got harder to swallow and keep at bay. I bit my lip and looked down at my plate of cooling food.

 

"Please. I don't know what you want from me, but I'll do anything for you to just let me go. I never saw you. I'll never speak a word of this to anyone." 

 

I duck my chin, my voice trembles as I whisper, "Please." My head remains lowered and I watch in slow motion as a teardrop falls into my lap.

 

I heard him chuckle and I felt my soul destructed. I burst into sobs and he laughs louder. Everyone was silently looking at him as if I go crazy

 

I look him in his icy-blue eyes; I lose it.

 

"Why me? I don't go out or anything. I'm noiseless person live in the shadows, always keep my head down, god even homeschooled. It doesn't make sense."

 

The man with the accent muttered, "Here we go"

 

"I don't blame here. Women tend to overreact." the man who was all this time silent finally speaks and I wish he didn't

 

I blink a moment looking at him, he didn't mean it right, overreact! , huh someone abducted me and now he keeps me at his mercy and I don't know what he going to do with me all that and I'm over 'reacted'

 

"I think she has the right to overreact!" before I screech, Julia defended me, he rolled his eyes and resume his glancing at the newspaper in his hands supping his coffee like nothing happened   

 

"Um, yeah" finally the man with beard stated and back to what he was going

Ugh ... men

 

Suddenly the devil gets up from the table holding his dish and walk to the kitchen.

 

I looked around again, still in mild shock. I never believed such a thing could happen to me. I had never imagined my life could take such an outrageous twist

 

Suddenly I felt strong arms wrap around me, causing me to jump, I never dare to look, everyone was here except him, I knew someone like him will not let it go like that

 

how stupid you are Ana, why can't you just shut up

 

"Let's go back up to our room." his voice raspy in my ear. It sent the hairs on my arms standing straight up

 

our room

 

Immediately, the tension returned and I nailed in my seat, shaking my head like he would care, instead, his grip tightens

 

"C'mon, You can finish it up there."

 

He mumbles, guiding me off the chair by my hips. I frown a little bit and see the others doing the same. I followed him upstairs with my plate in hand, My heart thudded loudly in my ears. I don't know what comes next, but for sure it won't be good

chapter 8.. My Pet

 Unable to help myself, I whispered

 

"All of this is your fault if you wouldn't laugh nothing would happen" It felt good to say the words. I felt I should have said them sooner

"Come here," he said. His voice startled me, I gulped and slowly shake my head

He sighed deeply and let out a slow breath. I shivered, unable to discern whether the sigh meant he had calmed, or he was about to slap me the life out of me.

I was sure I'd completely break down if I tried to imagine all the things I wasn't capable of imagining

He strides toward me, fast. I take few steps back and hit something,  free-fall and my bottom landed sideways in a chair, back to a cushioned armrest, legs over the other one.

Fox leaned over me, one hand to the top back of the chair, and one hand in the seat beside me, face an inch from mine.

No, No, No, he's scaring the hell out of me.

 

"Listen, princess, fight it or don't, your old life is over", There were no words, no me, no him nothing. This was crazy. why, who is he to decide to end my life

Fear, pain, hunger, this man—eating at me.

And my life is over ... panic rush through my veins, I can hear my heart thudding in my ear

 

"are you going to kill me" 

my voice was more rattled, Slowly, he lifted my head until our eyes met. He looked at me intently; brows knit together and quickly changed to cold mood, his mouth set in a pleasure

 

"There is no use for you if you are dead" 

I frown and quickly my eyes wide if he will not going to kill me what else he will do, what he meant by 'no use'

 

"Why you do that?"

I whispered, diving in his eyes more and more, I think I understand why all this happening, he works for him for Mr.stainy, yes he didn't show up till now maybe he doesn't get his hands in the dirt   

 

"because you are in my game, you are not allowed to ask you just obey " 

he pause brushing with his long finger my hair away from my face, I can't help but flinch at his touch, I closed my eyes try to haze the emotions in my crazy heart

 

"My pet"

His words strike me, I suddenly felt carnivorous. I wanted to tear the flesh from his bone with my teeth and drink his blood, I know he is heartless but I've never imagined he will be that obscene

 

"I'm not your pet neither your princess" he smirks tighten his grip as he holds my head in his giant hand and pulls my face to him

 

"you are, and every time you forget, I will be forced to remind you"

I felt the anger helplessness skinning me, he made himself clear; he wasn't done looking at me yet. Incapable of holding his gaze, I averted my eyes to some point just beyond him

 

He touched me again holding me firm. Not rough, just firm, enough to force my eyes to look back at him, I sniffled, trying not to sob.

"Look at me."

 

I wiped the tears from my face and looked up at him. Horrified, pissed off eyes met his. I will run and I will give up that easy ..no way. I was sure he could see the determination in my eyes. The unspoken challenge behind them that screamed, 'Just try and make me A'hole'

 

He lifted a brow, and his eyes responded, 'With pleasure'

Rather than risk a fight I couldn't possibly win, I returned my eyes to the ground. I was going to get out of here. I just had to be smart.

 

"Do you understand?" he said smugly. Yes. The words remained unspoken because I don't and can't talk to someone like him.

 

"Do. You," he leaned forward, "Under. Stand?" He drew out each word as if speaking to a child

My tongue twisted inside my mouth. I stared at his torso, unable to answer him, unable to fight him. A lump began to form in my throat and I swallowed hard to keep it down, but the tears eventually came.

 

These were not the tears of pain or fear but of frustration.

His breath skated across my face, his forearms hinted at his immense strength. I took a deep breath in the hopes of calming down. The smell of him rushed into my lungs. It was intoxicated

 

he is toxic so poisonous

finally, I gave up a nod slightly, feeling the pain rush to my scalp in every move I do under his hand

 

"good" and with that, he dropped my head and get off me, He walked toward the door, the slow smiling curving upward despite himself.

 

"I should warn you, though, that you won't get much privacy while you're here." , I jumped at his voice he was there leaning his back on the door frame while his hands over his chest coldly staring at me. I totally forgot that I'm still in the chair.

 

 what he still doing here? wasn't he acted humiliating enough ... wait did he say warn ...!!!

he did get enough warning 

 

I pushed myself off the chair ignoring his eyes, take a proper position on it, waiting for him to declare his statement 

 

" If I see your bedroom door closed, I don't care if you're naked or not, I will open it. The only can be close is bathroom's door and you'll be timed in for using it. You've been warned. I don't like locked doors ."  

with gaping mouth, don't know what to say that was super A'hole, carelessly he walked passed me to his closet  

 

I can't convince myself more about this whole just dream because that's the worse nightmare and impossible I'm still sleep or even comatose.  

 

 Obviously having noticed I'm not with him anymore, it takes a few moments, but he clears his throat right at my back. I turned my attention back to him and I wish I didn't 

 

"Do you hear princess?"

he is so blank but there's something hauling me to that blue swirl eyes, No, I will not have Stockholm syndrome 

 

Trying to distract my attention from him. But at that moment my eyes widened and my heart crashed to crumbs when I heard that sound

 

the whistle. When I raised my head quickly he was the source of that sound. his hands in his pocket heading out  

Quickly the memories flowed like the rain of my brain to return to time to the moment to the place where I heard the same sound.

 

Then I realized. that was no one but him, he was the man who pushed me that day at that party 

he was there that day

I was followed ... by Him

chapter 9 .... Chaos

 Whoever she was

She had made an impression on him. Perhaps he'd made a mistake in that regard, choosing someone he had found indefinable to his life he knew she lived in an another world

The mystery had drawn him nearer and now he found himself only further confused, further drawn in. he wants to know more, taste her more, this girl makes him more curious to find what she hides in the shadows. 

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Ana

Julia and I spend the afternoon cooking dinner, she always stuck at my side and her also my only way out that room

The past few days have confirmed my suspicion that Fox has assigned her to watch over me. And it doesn't bother me. I like her. If we had met under different circumstances, we would be bffs

I don't get to spend time with women a lot, most of my time in the kitchen was like training in the army, but what bothers me is ... him

he is unseen, except for the meals times or if he wants to bark at someone which turns me, he was a gorgeous, scary, psychopath who was genius at throwing out sarcasm however they came and unbelievably arrogant.

And now have been a long time since anyone visited me, all I could do is stand still and watch the untouchable grace, yes the windows nailed but still, I can have a glimpse at the freedom there, and imagine myself behind this crystal barrier

in fact, I'm tired pacing like a caged animal, growing more afraid and angry with every minute that passes.

Finally, my ears get their wishes, the door opens, and a woman comes inside. I'm so shocked that I simply stare

she was in not so young, maybe in her forties, She's holding a tray of dinner and her face was rock-hard.

Her hair is blonde and styled perfectly in a tight bun, and her eyes are a hard brown color. She's taller than me, probably at least five inches taller, I can't surely tell maybe her long maid dress make her taller, put maid was like black and white but her dress was like old fashion mom or grandma... Maybe

"who are you?" I break the undesirable silence, she stands to have a perfect view of my face as if she is so skillful in reading people

I think about attacking her. She's a woman, and I have a good chance of winning against her in a fight.

However, I have no chance against Fox. In addition, there were his friends and nowhere to go, why I feel like I want to fight, I'm I that desperate. No, I won't give up that easy

I know he locks me here to mess with my brain but in his dream

Her face crack a smile, as though she's reading my mind "it's useless" The sinking feeling in my stomach worsens, I don't know what is the useless my escape attempts or stepping on my sanity

"At least tell me who is he? Who are you, people?"

My voice is relatively steady as I speak to her, I need the answers, I know nothing about this psychopath, except his name Fox, huh Fox never was a name,  she stopped didn't close the door behind her or even turn to me.

Finally, she looks at me, with an emotionless face "You'll know everything with time" her words were soaked with a strange accent

for the love of god, what does she meant by time? Am I going to be here for long ? what it is clear that they have no intention to let me go

I eat the food she brought me. It's pretty good actually, even though it's not a traditional food. Even with my inner turmoil, I manage to eat everything. Food is my only way to bury these feelings these thoughts

Then I heard the door open, and it was him, frantically I clutched at the single fork, He approached me calmly, he was shirtless and still had some water drop from his hair to his bare chest, the soap aroma filled the air

With each step he takes, my body goes tenser and ready to attack him, Yes, I was terrified. But there was also this undercurrent of something unfamiliar. Attraction?... Maybe. My eyes darted off his face, he was calm and unreadable and dangerously handsome

he stopped tilting his head watching with enjoyment "give me that princess"

He stretched out his hand toward me, I stared at it for what seemed a long time, thinking of the destruction that may occur by that hand. His calm and he going to hurt me, something in me knew it.

I gulped, looking back at his face, I feel nauseated I want to throw up all the food; I want to feel better even if that was by emptying my stomach

"You don't want to play it, rough princess, aren't you?"

I flinched at his voice, shit, I don't know what I want anymore, I don't know if I want this, hell I know nothing, all I know is what I'm doing is a just suicidal move no more no less, he is far away to be beaten by me

My heart sank into my stomach. I had no idea where my bravery had gone. Had I ever really been brave? I don't think so. I never had to be brave

" besides you don't want to upset me"

 his lips twitched with a wicked smirk, am not here. This is a dream, a horribly extraordinary dream. Any moment now, I'm going to wake up

"Why am here?why me?"

 his face harden and his yes totally darken, just as if he was possessed by a devil and he surfaced now

"why not you?"

I frowned at his answer, as simple as it is, but still not what I wanted, he takes a step closer, the fear explode inside me he was close, and I don't like it

"Don't even think about it" 

waved by the only weapon, he stopped lift his hands in the air as he surrendered, but I know he is not he wants me to think that but who can trust a man like him

swiftly, he yanked my hand, holding it firmly when I tried to shrink away he pull me closer to him. He was clean-shaven mixed with a cigarette, undeniably masculine I was petit against his sold chest

Our fingers fight on the fork and he wins, He raised his right hand, pushing my hair off my shoulder, I feel his fingertips graze my temples as he brushes my hair off my forehead to look at me. His hands remain there for what feels like, forever. I blink as I remove my hands from his bare chest and bring them, trembling, to my sides

He caressed my face, running his fingers over my earlobe, down the column of my throat; A violent shiver ran down my spine, the back of his fingers brushing across my collarbone. My breathing became broken, heavy. My voice was gone, strangled by the moment

"Look at me," 

he said, his voice controlled, but wavering. I shut my eyes tight, I sense how dangerous he is, how predatory, he is real, real intimidation, a real man, real fear. real chaos

Slowly, shaking my head because the last thing I want to do now is looking at him. He sighed. His fingers speared into my hair, possessively, embracing my head as I continued to stare at our feet

"I don't like to fuckin' repeat myself" his voice was lack with any niceness and no patience just rage

I closed my eyes even tighter as soft, tearless sobs broke past my lips... He leaned in, kissed my cheek, then the nape of my neck. I sighed fretfully, pulled away, but I wasn't getting anywhere

He was trading his patience with my sanity

"How long I'd be kept here?"

I know it sounds like checking my reservation in hotel not in my kidnapper custody, but I don't really care, I wait for an answer, but unquestionably he won't , I'm not surprise

his hands moved slowly punishing me with that touches to my hips, my body couldn't handle it and answer him with manic shiver run down at every inch of me . His hands clasped on my hips tightly squashing the bone underneath before he twists me

He swept my hair over my left shoulder, standing close behind me. I could feel his c**k against me, hard, foreboding. He kissed my neck again.

"No," I pleaded, voice cracking. completely desolate. "Please...no."

His soft laugh fluttered against my neck. "shshshsh" He wrapped his arms around, me as he spoke in my ear

"you bring that to yourself"

I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I wanted to do anything, I don't find my voice nether the words to answer, I don't want to be with him I don't want to be his whore, I want to go back to my simple life

"nothing would happen if you stop being a brat, right?"

I bite my lips when I felt the lightest brush of his lips against my neck teasingly, more like a punishment more than anything, and for the billion time I cursed myself cursed my life for throwing me at his path

he groans in my ear "maybe you need little push" he licked my ear

My heartbeat pulsating in my ears, my breathing becomes difficult. Anxiety ran through my body , as his hands roaming my body to my br**sts

"no" quickly I shielded myself with my hands, his hands tightened around mine try to find his way ,"stop it" finally my brain starts working again, digging my nails into his hand trying to get loose, I threw my elbow back, hitting him in the shins. But he was faster than me

"ah-ah" he tied me with his hands and his lips on my ear "fight will get you nowhere princess, you will just hurt yourself"

"I hate you" I hissed through my clenched teeth, he was like a big snake squeezing me tightly to numb

"Good, I like it better this way." with that, he throws me on the bed as if I was a rag and stormed out and never came back 

 

 

 

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"just stay here okay, I'll be back few minutes "

I nodded, as Julia moves away to join the others in Fox's office , I exhaled frustrated Julia was very careful to not get her tongue slip in unknown secrets, and I don't want to push my luck and loss my little freedom as he called it after Julia's insistent to get me time out of that room

I sigh throwing myself on the couch, I want to tug my hair this is hell, I'm not allowed to ask, to protest, to lock doors, not more ten minutes showering and get dressed, I feel like I'm joining in the army not kidnapped

"Lift more up, be careful not to drop it"

from nowhere a men wearing a cap walked passed me, I just stay staring like an idiot to the exit and open the door simply like that

seriously, I spend the nights and days thinking for a way out this place and now the door just open like that, is that kind of trick or setup

they stopped there talking waiving and not long till another box rest in his open arms and move back again passed me to where he came before I guess.

but who cares who that guy or what inside the box which I will leave that to another time but the most important is the door is still OPEN.

I check behind my shoulders luckily there's no one, okay do it now or never.

I rushed to the open door, holy moly ...

I thought there is no one or it was just post-office men or pizza delivery, not two big cars full of huge boxes and four men waiting there.

Come on think. Think .think

"Morning ma'am "

one of the men greeting me, wow I can feel the authority, he took his way following the previous guy, my response was nodding. I know my face now look freaked, I don't need to pull their suspicions.

okay, take a breath...

good

I straightened myself placing my feet out the door for the first time from days, god, it feels like centuries, try to restrain my stormed feelings it's amazing being out fresh air and free ... not yet I'm still in the garden

they were busy counting recording the information in the small notes in their hands, I took the chance so I moved freely checking, I can't run the woods surrounding everywhere

"okay the last box and we have done here"

 

... or, maybe I can 

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chapter 10..... Whorehouse

 oh god, I'm almost out of air, this place getting more and warmer, extra hours here and I'm going to roasted and add to all of that my over twisted bones in this box.

 my legs are so numb, I don't know how I will walk when I get out of this box. 

I huffed but quickly moving my twisted stuck arm to my face covering my mouth, let's hope they didn't hear that.

not long till I felt the car stopped and the muffled voice reaches my ears and louder and followed by heavy metal noise, the nervousness eating me. I don't know what happens exactly out there and I'm so doubtful about my plan of getting out here .suddenly the heavy noise arose again. 

god please, I need your help this time, please.

"wow where are you going man we need to unpack this now, " one of the men with rough says

my eyes open, what he means by unfilled are they going to open the boxes, no that can't be that will be my end, I mean they can't. 

augh ...... I didn't know that the electronics company misses with electronic boxes ...cheaters

"screw you, Rob, I'm done here "

great one kicked, "he is such a jerk, kay let's do that and go for a drink "a new voice not rough but sounds smooth 

"yeah man, I would kill for a cold beer"  the rough voice showed again, I rolled my eyes what a craving wish kill for a drink with all that easy like if they going to smack a cockroach.

my thoughts cut when I heard a pulling screech noise around, wow are they going to open the boxes... now 

 I'm dead. okay just smack the head or give them a sweat kick were the sun never rise and run. yes, I'm ready.

balling my fists, flaring my nose I am totally ready to attack , but the complete opposite happened the box didn't open but instead its shoved  to don't know where, but I'm squeezed in, they are carrying me I mean the box, it feels amazing being carry like that , no one carried me before

"fuck, this box is really heavy " 

 you idiots stupid butt heads, I'm not fat you are just feeble useless men . finally with a loud thud, I landed on the floor but not safe because the box flopped and corks were thrown all on the floor revealing me

"what the hell " and a high bitchy voice. I sighed rubbing my elbow 

"who the fuck are you and how the fuck.." he didn't finish because of my winced- yell interrupted his cursed questions.

"language "

"who, who are you " the high bitchy queen stuttered asking me with a shrunken body and wide eyes he was like in his early twenties.

what should I do?

"tada "  I jumped throwing my arm on the sky with a smug smile on my face, but they don't like the stomach any of that, I sighed pulling my arms down looking around to see a huge bright way shining in from the all this tall walls .a door

good

plan 2 .. run

as always that was my good thing and I'm very good at it .so without waiting I do run and they start following my tail

"thanks for the drive " 

the street was full of the walkers, it's afternoon I guess that's why the markets and streets are full, I dig myself shuffling between the crowd, at least let's hope that will delay them.

my head spun more and more I don't know if they still following me or not, I need to hide in somewhere safer . in fact I don't know where to go beside I can't go home everyone will be waiting for me to show up especially my stepmom

oh, how stupid I am, how that didn't come to mind when I flee from Fox's house. now I feel really homeless, where in hell I can find place save in this world more than home where no one can lay finger on me?

wait ... there is? I know where I can find one

 passing the crazy cars to the other side and happily, I did it safely, and continue  my way to the place I want

" excuse me "  but no one heard me they were busy, so I lift my fingers knocking on the glass window getting the two young men attention.

the one was on the driving side stopped his burger halfway to his mouth and turned to look at me confused as well as the other one beside him. I waved to him to roll down to hear me. but he didn't move yet he still glancing at me with a little cringe on his face.

suddenly that cringe changed to wide eyes as he tosses his burger aside hurrying to roll the window down.

"hi " with a cheered face, well I'm not willing to make this tough for him so I will go directly

"Um, Can I make an official complaint " 

the police officer finally seems like understand what I want and he smiled kindly wiping and clean his fingers

" yeah "   "sure "

"get in " 

my smile grows wide as he twisted his arm unpinning the rear door for me, that's good no place is safer than a police station. 

huh, I will make my complaint against my stepmom as well as fox, okay maybe only fox because the others were too kind to me 

"so what do you want to complain about miss "

the officer asks while he starts driving us to the station, I smiled suiting myself in my seat

 "Ana, my names Ana"

he glances at me from the rearview mirror and again to the road "nice to finally meet you, Ana, "

I tilted my head aside, what he means by finally he just met me, did someone called the police telling them about my vanishing

"excuse me, can I ask what did you mean about mentioning finally " I paused still gazing his eyes but he was focusing on the road, not me.

"I don't think we met before" 

and now he was looking directly at me, there's something in his looks that I don't like it but as I said maybe he is off of sleep 

"not in person " he paused " but we got reports about you missing "

someone looking for me, oh god, I thought no one will care, maybe it's Mel did oh my dear craziest best friend and maybe Mathew did too oh my god did he? that's beyond amazing I'm so happy I can't describe my feelings.

" Are you okay miss Ana " 

 the officer voice pulls me out of my thoughts, I looked back at his concerned eyes at the rearview mirror, and throw the biggest smile on my face

"oh just call me Ana without the 'miss' part " I stopped but when I realize that I didn't answer what he asked I open my big mouth again

"oh yeah, I'm fine thanks "

actually, I'm too happy that I will see Melisa again and the things going to be normal again and at the same time sad that I will miss those guys so much except fox of course

"you wanna some water" I'm thirsty, so I took the cold bottle from him thanking him in low voice. who can say no for a cold water after a crappy day

when I had my enough I cover the bottle and handed it to him " thank you, sir "

" Jake " 

oh so his name was Jake, cool name .and all that talk we had and his partner didn't breath a word all he does I playing with his phone

"so how much it will take us to the police station"

 I asked after quitting time silence and the heat starts eating my body, it's not a hot season but doesn't know why I'm sweating, it's only me the guys look so cool.

"who says we will go to the police station " 

Jake finally answer me with words didn't get to mind, what!!!, if not to the police station so to where we are going then.

"what do you mean "

 he didn't answer me all he did was smirking at me, I got now very wrong feelings, I shifted in my seat trying to open the goddamn door but it was locked

" stop the car "      

 " now " 

but as I said nothing he kept moving and smirking, tingling sensation was crawling my body and I felt the heaviness taking me as everything start spinning, I try to fight it but I was too late the dark cover my eyes and everything has gone

 

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" do you think she is dead "

"Nah " " let her sleep, we know she will not sleep for the rest of the night "

feminine laughter fills the air, my eyes were too heavy to open as well as my body, it was too weighty to move

"Oh, how lucky she is to have such a man like him "

"yeah, not for long then she will be dull and be like us " I don't understand any of this talk, or who do talks or where the hell am I?

finally, after struggling, I open my eyes to meet dirty ceiling and lot of girls standing around me

"oh look she's awake "

what the hell is going on, where am I?, I seat up looking around the room or the rotten room at the dirty  walls as well as the floor it's like a room  in possessed asylum  and a lot of girls here and there

"where am I, who are you " 

the panic was clear in my voice, but he kept gazing at me in a way make me scratch my whole body, without realization, I pulled the dirty sheets covering myself, I was wearing my clothes but with their looks, I feel naked

" Oh look at that little angel "

one of the girls says as she approaching me willing to touch my face, but I didn't let her and jump off the bed away from them, but instead, I fall on my face I feel my abdomen hurt so bad as well my whole bone like if it was crushed.

as if that was too funny, all the girls burst to laugh at me and pointing on me like I was a monkey in a zoo, I want to curl up and disappear from all this world and wake up in a different place where nothing of this is exist   

my stormed feelings get more and more burning almost burning the whole room

"it's not that easy darling "

a girl with a filthy look on her face reached me, squatting next to me without cutting her bracing eyes, she moved her hand next to ground rolling some chain in her fingers, something in her is indigestible, next thing I know is my leg moved sync with her pulling the rusty chain.

my ankle was chained to a beam on the wall ... I'm prisoned.

"oops, " she throws a sly smile on her face staring at me like If I was a bug

"where am I ?" 

I asked I wheezy voice, I can't breathe I can't swallow my saliva I am suffocating of the abnormal air here, Tears burn my eyes, but I don't let them fall. Crying wouldn't help my situation now. I need to figure out

what's going on. Are they planning to kill me? Rape me? Rape me and then kill me?

" they didn't tell her "

"Oh, the poor baby" 

my gaze fails me and turned again to stare at the other girls circling me, their look nuisances me even more and rouse more the nagging question in my head why they wear only two-pieces only a something more like a bikini . and it's always hinted me for none good answer.

but that creepy women interrupted my eyes and pulling me again to her rolling my chin to her way, still painting that filthy look in her eyes

" in a whorehouse " 

buzz noise fills my ears deafening me and muting their laughter. I can't believe it, the words are too robust to audible and stomach them

"welcome in your new home " I saw her red glossy lips move in slow motion and her low voice throws on me like a stone.

"no, no that's not what I planned for, not what I expect, no I don't want all this and this is not my home "

 I get up on my feet ranting like crazy ignoring their loughs and gossips moving around and fast get retell by my ankle that I am locked and I am just prisoner here, for what to I don't know and to be a whore like them wearing like them.

what's happened, for what all this I didn't ask for any in those long nights all I ask is a nice peaceful life, if that just examination my life testing me I don't to be tested 

I don't  want this  I don't all this . all I want is to leave and let all this behind or just wake up maybe because that dream eating my flesh

I sank to the floor and wrapped my arms around my body, there's no sense waiting to get it back all this is no-sense

the door shoot opens revealing a man and a woman standing beside him and it doesn't need to be clever to guess who they went

to me ... right in front of me

"Stand up," the women say lifting my face up with the stick in her hand ... yeah sure

I obeyed as a good girl not because I am afraid of her, nope, but because the shity common sense things explode in my head.

I look right in her eyes she is same like that girl with filthy look the different is this I one is the most filthier.

I didn't say anything just staring like a maniac, I'd scream but I know no one will come running to see what was wrong, I learned my lesson 

"oh looks like someone needs to learn how to behave " 

she throws a glance at the man beside her like he gets that so he takes a handful grip on my hair, I winced low enough to not let her full her satisfaction.

" which is you that someone " spitting my words to her, I don't know how I get those nerves but all is exploding now.

she cracked a half smile before she brushes my cheek with a hard slap that I might fly to the other side, if her stupid bodyguard  not tearing me with his grasp, I taste blood on my lips 

"You scared now?" 

she asked having a lovely moment torturing me holding her stick in her hand tapping her shoulder with it   

"not even a little " this time, not her hand but the stick  high about to smash my head, I shit my eyes ready to feel the pain, that's it, indeed it is 

 

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chapter 11.....Fire

"Ah-Ah-Ah " my eyes shot open looking at the owner of that voice, My heart had sunk all over again. Those weren't the words of a man who was here to save me.

huh, how I didn't think from the beginning that he is behind all this.

he take his proud steps to me stripping with his filthy eyes , huh once my eyes lay on him at the first time I saw him I dislike him and now seeing him again he awaken the disgusting feeling inside me again

" oh Camilla , don't ruin my masterpiece " I can see his effect on her, who's that man anyway with that influence.

he only looked at his bodyguard and nodded, and the man released me. I sank to the dirty floor on my knees like a slave ...

his slave

he kneeled watching me."hi sugar"

his hand tightens on my wrist. I struggle against him; I'm dead now that he's got me. I know this, so I fight. I kick and claw at him with my free hand, i

"Oh my, I like her "

his eyes darken, and that's the only warning I get before his hand slams into my face. The world tilts as black stars explode behind my eyes, followed by pain. I feel pain, trying to remain upright, remain conscious.

A hard hand grasps me under my chin, forcing me to stare into icy eyes. "Now we do things my way."

The man drags me out, My head is reeling from his blow, and it's hard for me to focus. my struggles are futile. He's so much stronger than me, this man, and I don't know what to do. I jerk at his grip a few times as he drags me outside

is a long hall full of rooms and noises, noises of girls are screaming some on pain some with delight, the way was naked girls on walls and floors, these girls have accompanied with same naked men

different scenarios run through my mind, each one more horrifying than the next. I know there's such a thing as human trafficking. It happens all the time, especially to women from poorer countries ..like me. Is that the fate that I wait? Am I going to end up in a brothel somewhere, drugged out of my mind and used by ... men?

I don't know where we're going.

I don't know why I've been taken.

all I know is I want to get the hell out of here,

I hold back hysteria with effort. I don't want to start screaming, every horrifying story I've seen on the news running through my mind.

there's door behind the door it looks as if it leads to other rooms. one of the doors open,it was dark but with the fading light I can notice a bed in the back, and I'm suddenly terrified of what that means. The man tosses me down into that bed

he approached me with a smug smile on his filthy face

"You think I'm paying a quarter for you and I'm going to let you just go like that without getting what I want "

his handhold tightly my arm while the other trail on my arm up scanning every inch of my body as he pulled me closer gluing my body to him and start sniffing my hair

every touch come into contact with my body make me feel more sick, loath and almost vomit, all I want to do is to scratch my skin with my nails til its raw

"oh my sugar "

once his hand rested and move further to squeeze my butt I can't help cooling the boiling blood in my veins, don't know how to react to that. My heart is hammering in my throat, and I feel sick with fear.

In an instant, his hand is wrapped around my throat. squeezing the life out of me, the threat is there. I can feel the violence within him, and I'm terrified.

"Tell me, if I threw you down on the floor and f**ked you, how that would feel"

I gasp and jerk backward, shocked. "You know how I like my girls"

he leans his face closer to mine, he smells so stink and sweaty, I fight the desire to close my eyes and not look at his yellowish red eyes as I can't move my head under his stoned grasp

"Broken"

I can't hold that anymore, fuck sanity, hell to manners, with all my power I spit in his face, he didn't wait to waste his time and fire his punches on my face. before he squeezes my face with his big dirty hand

"Maybe you are ready for other things to go in your mouth"

and the door open, and the women of before showed up again,"Christ, Frank, I thought we weren't supposed to f**king hurt her. we can't sell her. She looks like shit"

so his name is Frank

"Nah, We were having fun, aren't we?"

he looks over at me. "go to hell" I say, my voice trembling. And I flinch backward in anticipation of someone attacking me. but he only regards me with the same cold, shuttered expression before he gives her glance to leave the room

The band on my wrist tightens, becomes bruising, and I collapse back in my seat, I gave up I can't be untied my hands the rope too tied

a hand comes around my mouth while other cinches around my waist. Tightly. Heavy breathing in my ear.

"Um, I'll f**k that masterpiece bare, and we will have fun"

Trying my best to keep calm, I shake my head quickly, and he laughs at the side of my face. He smells bad. Really bad.

He says, "You're not going to fight. You're going to be a good girl, aren't ya?"

Closing my eyes, I nod. But as he pulls me down pressing my face on the sheets with his big hand, I begin to cry. The tears fall down my face while my body shakes, trembling in fear. I can't help it.

This is a big man. A man I could never take on by myself. Knowing this, I cry harder. I cringe in disgust when his warm wet tongue licks the side of my face, very slowly.

"Oh, shush. you will like, you will beg me to fuck you harder. I promise."

I don't like shit, you twisted f**k!

My body quaking, I shut my eyes and feel his free hand try to tug my pants down, but he can't the button was pinned on the bed and he can't reach it with his fat hands

I felt the rope lose before he barks, "Undo the pants. Now." I shake my head before my hair is tugged, hard. I cry out in

pain. "Do it bitch" My shaking hands work slowly, buying time, but he didn't by it,  forcefully he Yanks my pants down

His fingers work their way into the juncture between my thighs and he rubs my mound through my pants, making me cry out loudly. His erection pressed into my ass cheek, and I cringe so hard my body shudders.

I'm disgusted. This is disgusting.

Tightening his arm around my neck, he hisses, "Shut your mouth and doesn't make a f**king sound."

His smell all around me, crying as hard as I am, I gag. His hand leaves my most intimate place, comes up under my shirt, and squeezes my breast as if I were a toy and not human at all

"Oh, man. You're a pretty one." He then slips his hand down the back of my panties, squeezes my ass cheeks hard, and my body jerks with every

I screamed help again loud, muffled sob. I can almost feel my heart shatter, I want to die

Hazily I heard the door explode and suddenly the weight disappeared from above, but I too tired to be aware of anything all I can do is watch with blur eye

Mr. Stainy or frank or whatever his name is was face-slammed to the wall by an equally tall man.

 

It's him.

chapter 12 ...Whore / Paragon Of Virtue

 It's him.

 

He holds onto his neck and throws his head down while he brings up his knee. He does this again and again

for the first time in my life I was happy by seeing someone gets hurt, he deserves it and I don't want Fox to stop, and he didn't

he continues his wordless assault. He throws my attacker on the ground and smash his face with his punches and kicks him in the ribs as if he were kicking a football. He does this a few more times before his eyes find me.

Breathing heavily, he stops and comes towards me, He's almost next to me when I whisper shakily

"Please, Don't come any closer."

I try to scramble backward and cry out in pain. I don't want him to see me like that naked, beaten, and hold me under his pity.

still can't see his face it's dark, but I hear a zipper come down and I whimper out loud.

Choking through tears, I beg, "Please, don't"

Not saying a word, he comes towards me. Trembling, I shut my eyes tight and plead on a whisper, "Please."

His strong arms come under mine and he lifts me to a standing position. He pulls something warm over my shoulders and its then that I realize the zipper I heard was actually his jacket, not his pants.

Burying my face into his chest, he wraps his arm around me while I sob noisily. His body bends and he reaches down. My pants come up my legs and he holds them in place

the doors burst open again with noise and men in masks holding guns screaming , Fox pull me closer to him leave no space or chance to be away from him again, all I can do is hide so I do , I dig my face into his broad stone chest, hearing his heart beating wildly more like him.

save 

I can feel it overwhelming, diving in my heart like a light killing the dark the fear  

I know is shouldn't feel like that, I feel so stupid so ashamed to feel that I'm saving between this man arms, but the truth is I'm safe

other men join the bodyguards their face was covered with bandanas just like Fox .. that his team.

The man holds me to him, walking me out leaving Mr.stainy on the floor; I secretly hope he's dead

I don't care where Fox take me but all I care is I'm saving from him, and for an unknown reason, I'm happy that he has no hand with Mr.stainy or Frank gang

the car stopped, and he gets out the car walking to my side and open the door without looking at me he tugs my hand around his neck and carries me to his place

He closes the door behind us, flips on the light switch, and walks me down the short hall to my room, still not looking at me, I see the muscles on his sharp jaw tensed, I know he is angry , but I wasn't wrong by thinking to run away from him he is my kidnapper after all

Walking me to my bed, he sits me down, then walks out my bedroom door. Not thirty seconds pass when I hear the shower start, then he's back in my room.

He doesn't even look at me, just goes through the drawers, pulling out items of clothing for me.the way he's acting right now, I would put my head down and walk the other way. And pray to God that he doesn't see me, because a man looking like this while being pissed off is surely not a good thing I

don't know what else I do, so I stare 

with a muscular body and olive skin before me like a shield. His dark brown hair is thick and dark like the night without moon, He wears dark blue jeans that encase his long and powerful legs, a white tee that covers his broad chest and shoulders, and a thick black leather belt. with massive army shoes 

Tattoos line his arm and neck to his right cheekbone. and down to hide the end of it under black  Wristwatch 

I shiver. Oh, God.

"You're hurt.", His knuckles are bleeding and swollen. I jumped off the bed Stopping in his tracks, he turns his hooded eyes to me. his eyes were showing exhaustion, and It looks good on him.

lowly, he watches me curiously from those hooded eyes. We watch each other for a good thirty seconds before he asks in that husky voice, "why you care"Turning, Not trusting myself to speak, I avoid his eyes

but the guilt start hunting me, he got those because of me, and to save me I shouldn't like him , i not him i feel grateful not sorry for trying to escape from him and he should no that 

"Th-thank you. F-for what you did back there" I stutter. I have no intention to look at him in a moment like this.

 I need to admit I was a fool in trusting on that policeman, I should've known earlier from his talk the weird behaviors that he wasn't policeman instead he was their man, I gave myself to them on silver plate, and if Fox didn't show up in right time, I can't imagine how disastrous it might be.

He mocks, "Don't kid yourself." His glacial eyes bore into mine, I frowned both surprised and confused 

Taking a step towards me, his hooded brown eyes almost see right through me. Reaching up, he runs a fingertip slowly down the length of my jaw. Leaning forward, his breath warms me as he mutters a hairs-breadth away from my lips

"stop acting like a paragon of virtue"

I swallow hard and step back from him. looking him in the eye, he is a jerk  

"I'm not acting like -", Shaking his head with a scoff,  "yeah you can't because whores can't be"  

my eyes almost rolled on the floor, did he just called me a whore.

"how, how dare .." before I finish my words he falls hard on the soft mattress and his big body over me 

"if you are not a whore then tell me, what you had with Castellan" 

he stopped but his didn't take his hand off my neck,"I don't know who is  Castellan is? and i have no idea what you are talking about"

"if you don't know Castellan so why the hell you ran to him" 

moment of realization hit me and hit hard when I know that I ran to the man who bought me, he name was no longer standing he is frank , Frank Castellan and he is the owner of the whorehouse , he bought me from my stepmom to be his whore, anger rush through my veins to my brain, I want to scream , so I did 

"I am not his whore and I didn't run to him, I ran because of you, I don't want you don't want to be a prisoner in your cage, don't want you to be in my life, and most of all I don't want to be a damn slave for you"  

"yes, I don't regret escaping from you, and if I get another better chance I'll do it again", When I get no answer, I look up to find him inspecting me again.

It's strange.His eyes darken, His jaw clenched, his eyes hooded more, he looks pissed .. good.

 

he hissed, "go, to sleep", God I can see clearly the monsters that reside his eyes

don't even get a word in before he stands, grips my upper arm firmly, and pulls me up.   throwing me on the bed, lifts the covers of my bed and leave the room

Laying my head down on my pillow and pulls the covers up and over me , My head begins to pound, and my heart races.

I don't want to close my eyes, I mean what if you see Frank again?, but he is not here, but I don't want to close my eyes, I don't trust the darkness anymore.

 after seems like hours, the door open tug my heart out with it, I pull the sheets tighter I don't know why I'm terrified , I gather my braveness and take a peek under the sheets , and it was him, his long dark stature floating around the room 

a sharp noise echo, the anxiety burst in my heart , I can't hold it anymore , I pushed the sheets to sit up, chest heaving, the first thing I saw was the chair in his hands the source of the noise. Looking a little unsure of himself, he stopped watches me 

He searches my face for what seems like the billionth time, then asks mockingly  "You need my help sleeping?"

No hesitation. "Yes." 

He blinks. His brow furrows. Then he continues pulling his chair place it before the bed right at my sight, and sit there .. silent 

what he is doing,I hate him for putting me in this shit,  and I hate myself more for wanting him to stay.

Tears slide out of the corner of my eyes, dampening my pillow. I push harder on my ear, trying hopelessly to block what happened out of my mind.

Things like this don't happen to people like me .. but not anymore.

I'm not sure what I'm meant to be feeling after that, but I feel angry. And sad. And wounded. All at once. I should be used to this since there is no going back. Comforting myself, that is. I revert back to my childhood and curl up on my side in a fetal position, slightly rocking. I need something to drown out my thoughts but I find nothing in that storm

I  tried to close my eyes and let it go. But all I see is blackness in like the worst dream. All I feel is gripping fear. My body doesn't feel like my own at this moment. It feels tarnished and defective.

Shutting my eyes so tight that it hurts, I hear his disgusting panting and bite my lip to stop my whimper. Covering my ear with my palm, I breathe heavily, only to inhale his rancid smell.

"you will make sure he will not come, right?" I was shocked at hearing myself saying that, at asking for his protection, but the most shocking was his answer 

"No one can take you away from me, nor does anyone protect  you from me" I don't know if I should feel safe that he can protect me from the world or panicked that i'm in his hill 

 

 

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chapter 13... you

I felt a light trace on my face my hair, it's warmth fingers and I like the way it runs over my skin.

"Hi sugar" the voice was near hissing in my ears

Sugar!!!

It's him ... Stainy

I open my eyes  but it was too dark everything was black, oh I forgot that I turned off the lights, its bad dream

I push myself off the mattress but I failed, there's something wrong I'm fixed on this bed I can't move my hands either my legs, I lift my head looking around hoping my eyes can adjust at the blackness, my eyes catch a long black figure standing at the end of the bed

"Who's there" 

there was no answer only a low laugh freaks me more, I start to get sweated and my heart gone crazy almost jump out of my chest

"Oh my little sugar, I told you I won't leave you" no that's not  possible 

As he starts stroll closer to me, I want to scream but I can't find my voice, and like breathing was the toughest thing to do

How he gets in here, how he passed fox did he killed him and Steve, directly my mind drifted from him to my tied hands I try to cut myself loose, but I can't find the rope or the cuffs or whatever I was tied with

"Ana "

why the hell he calling my name, why I'm here with him that insane, and where's everyone, where's fox

"it's okay" start running his filthy hands over my hair, I don't like it, I don't like him touching me like that

"leave me alone " 

and I said nothing instead his hand was cupping my face, I want to dig my nails into my face rubbing the skin off

" no, don't touch me" 

shaking my head hopefully passing his hand, but that makes things got worse, he jumped on me pinning me down from my shoulder. finally, my voice found; and with all I got I shouted

"Don't touch me "

suddenly the memories of the girls in that house and the torturing everything rushed through my mind, I'm like losing it right now

"no, no, please " 

I close my eyes kept screaming more and more like my lunges going to rip apart as if my screaming will destroy him

"princess" the voice was low like someone calling from very far

"open your eyes" I was too afraid to open my eyes, my chest goes up in down as well as my heart like a wild horse

"it's okay" 

 to my amazement, that voice in somehow soothed me a little, I know that voice.

I open my eye slowly carefully, I pray inside to not see that face again, the light stab my eyes, I close them reflexively, start again slowly I take my time adjusting at the dark and it was dim, and I was still in my bed

"drink some water, you look like shit" 

thanks, butthead

I look at the side he stood beside me watching me intensely no more anger in his blue eyes only coldness. I pushed myself up and this time I did it, I wasn't tied anymore ... all that was a nightmare

With a shaky hand, I took the glass of water and take some sips, I felt the water burned my throat like it was scratched, he still waiting for his eyes didn't leave me

When I get my enough he took the glass from my hand, as if I was a child, in fact, I have no intention to open my mouth

"go back to sleep"

he orders me with a firm tone, lifting the sheets for me to slide under as I said I had no intention to urge with him and I was tried I didn't have mine enough from sleeping so I obey.

Without thinking I stopped him when he was about to turn off the light "leave it" 

I hate to admit that I was still afraid of that face to show up again, I know it was just a nightmare that I feel like it was real.

And what I could expect from someone like Fox kissing my forehead wishing me good dreams, puff 

he starts to walk away headed to the open window crossing his big arms over his wide chest scanning the sky with his ice eyes.

For a moment, I forgot about the sleep, the nightmare just staring at that big guy and his view. He was cool and silent, this man is unpredictable he is like weather always change and in a blink. I felt something wrapped around my ankle, I looked down and it was bandaged, it was sore from the chains. 

wait ... did he!!!

no freaky way, I can not believe that he stayed here all this time just at my request or to protect me, did he intentionally doing this, he never slept in the same place I slept.

he acts all kind just to force me to thank him and act like his pet or even apologize, Nah Nah Nah . in your dreams Mr. Foxy

but he saved my butt, Maybe he is kind ... 

a little...

maybe he is not ...

maybe he's not all evil...

 Maybe he is acting you know he is a good actor ..... 

Maybe I see only one side, not all Fox... 

no .no ... he is all bad ... 

Matching his silence I dig my head between the sheets monitoring him; as he rolled the lighter start burning  the hundredth cigarette maybe and blow the clouds of the smoke carelessly at the dark sky, I listen carefully to every huff

do I feel safe, actually I feel safer right now, I was in need of him in my nightmare but why I want my enemy to shield me . do I need him; I don't know maybe I'm so affected by the way he protects  me to take care of me, no one ever cares about me being in danger or not or even sad or happy except Mel, and when I finally find one it happens to be Fox 

How a person could hurt you so badly, take care of you so badly, and make sure  you are safe and no one can harm you only him has the right to put you in danger

What kind of human are you Mr. devil?

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I wake to feel awful. My face is puffy and my eyes are sore. I'm sure they're a nice shade of red to match my mortification about last night.Turning, I look at the chair and see that Fox is gone.

Good. That would've been creepy to wake up to.

since there's zero hope that I'll be out staying in bed seems like a good idea. I pull the covers up over my head and lay in my little cocoon, where I can be I can be anywhere I want and do whatever I want

before I fly to the moon, The covers fly off of me and Dan stands there scowling down at me with both hands on his hips. "Anyone ever told you you're nuts?"

Well, to the matter of fact there is someone who always reminds me that I am a nut, and hell I miss her so much

"my best friend used to" I answered honestly, since there was no one here just Daniel, and he is the only one I can open with. he forced me to love his boyish smile and crazy nonsense chitchat

"good because you are. Haven't they teach you in your lunatic asylum to not do any shity move like, Don't even think about doing that again. because that was the shitiest move." Running a hand through his hair, he sighs then asks

"Hungry?" my brows hanged up surprised, that the weirdest scolding I've ever got, and that invite me to breakfast

Not in the slightest.

Not ready to an argument, I simply nod and walk with him down to the kitchen to find everyone was already behind his or her dish. I haven't eaten much in the last two days and I know I should be hungry but I'm really not. I'm sure this has something to do with the events of the last few days.

"I know you've gotta be hungry." Julia jumps beside me offering me my dish, she fills a plate with eggs, bacon, and toast. It looks great but I pick it.

It smells good.

Moving food around with my fork, I can't push anything into my mouth, it is sored

if he's not here?

Where is he?

is he still angry?

why the hell I care?

Pushing my plate forward, I whisper, "Please, excuse me." Without waiting for an answer, I stand on weak legs and take the long walk back up to my room.

When I step out into the hall, I see Fox at the opposite end. We both stop walking and stare each other down. He eyes catch mine; I lower my chin to my chest and walk to my room.

Being petty... Ahole

I shut the door with a light slam; I wait for an angry Fox to throw it open with threats of breaking it down.

But he never comes.

good

no, it's bad

no. it's a good thing, the bad thing could be good things sometimes especially in bad situations

just stop

not long till I heard knocks on my door, I frowned Fox never knock he always break in.

"Hey" Julia's face came to the view, I said nothing just staring like an idiot, I'm not sure if I can even speak again, she was holding the mug in her hands and walking to me with sorrow smile on her face

Sorrow my butt

"Drink this, it will ease the soreness" my jaw almost kissed the floor, how did she know, as she knew what I was thinking

"Dear I'm a woman too" she pats my hand tenderly, okay I'm a good girl and I won't cry. Right

yes

No

I broke down, I damn broke down coiling my body and dig my fist in my mouth trying to keep my sobs down as much as I can but I failed, the pain was huge and my skin can't push those memories

"shshsh" she rubs her hands over my shoulder and that makes me burst into heavy tears

The next tears come easier while the rest fall freely

"it's gonna be okay"

"no it's not" I scream my words defensively more to myself, I know nothing is okay and I can't be like the old me, I can't go back in  life like that naïve girl in the past

"I'm done" as much as it's true as it's hurt and sting the wounds in my heart

"No, you are not" she spit her words firmly and catch my attention, I pushed my hand off my eyes and look at her, she wasn't offering any pity she was sold and weirdly without emotion

"You can't leave your soul behind and give up that easy" I frowned, keep looking at her

"You need to fight back, Ana" my heart sink deep, I heard my name from very long time, I don't count how much I was absent

"why you do that, for him?" she stares at me with a hurt look in her eyes, for a moment I felt guilty, she tries to help me and all I do is being vulgar

now, he is right, I'm acting like a brat. 

"sorry" I mumbled staring at my hands in my lab, she gave my shoulder squeeze, her touch make me shudder, I can't push his touches off my head

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to .." I cut her I don't want anyone pity "no it's okay, that wasn't your fault anyway"

"You wanna talk about it" shit I can't I have enough from this memories, I don't need to make them alive again, slowly I shake my head and she answers me with a silent nod, I'm glad that she didn't push me,

"You know Fox beat the shit out of his face; I think no doctor can fix his face"

I lift my eyes to look in her face making sure she wasn't lying, part of me sad because I didn't hear the word die, I wanted him dead for what he did, and part of me happy that Fox takes the proper revenge for me.

"Listen, I know what Fox's did was wrong, but believe me you will never be much safe as here"

 I can't say anything, she was right about fox was wrong when he kidnapped me, but if he didn't kidnap me that night I might end up in Frank hand, but still, he has no right to keep me with him, but I have no place to go

crap

"yes, sometimes he is difficult to understand or deal with but . ." before she finishes her words I cut her with my glare, giving her ' are you kidding me' look

she giggled "okay maybe he is a pain in the ass, but believe me no one has a biggest and caring heart in the world like him" 

yeah, I can see that

"he just had that anger problem that he needs to deal with and everything will be fine" 

and screaming problem, starting problem, touching problem, silent problem, ego problem and everything is fine

all I do I shaking my head, considering my ass

I don't know why this guys fans by him that much, why they can't see that he is just an ass total hot ass 

 

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chapter 14... problems

 live in peace

yeah, looks like a good logo to start a new day, but that idiot do his best to make it as live in hell.

I twisted the knob slowly opening the door and it is open, the sign of danger number one, rooming my eyes along my way out gladly there was no one, the sign number two

normally he would be here Guarding me, I took the chance rushing my way out.

Okay ... I am late and he is not spotting that sign number, what number I stopped at; I look at my fingers, ahh three

things get more creeper, scratch think I am sure he is planning for something and it's not good

What he is up to!!!!, all those days went monitoring him trying to know what's up in his mind; but every time he had a way to prove that I was wrong in every expectation I made.

Okay... just try to play it cool

I picked up my clothes It's not what I would've chosen to wear, but it's better than a bathrobe

I made my way to the door but at once the weird feeling eat my heart I can't go down like that and I can't take other clothes from the outfits they are much worse, I missed my clothes

Even if they didn't look much classy or any fascinated but its mine for making me happy not for others eyes or taste, and this clothes is nothing me, I can't imagine myself walking in street like this.

not like it's the first time I see this styles, I saw a lot of girls wore like that in the market and I really envied them; I want to try to be like that like that kind of feeling being free and like a modern city girl.

But not in this situation not at this place and especially not where Fox is around.

I know he did that on purpose he brings this kind of clothes for a girl like me just to satisfy his ego and get his revenge.

okay ...let's see

With chin fight the sky, I twisted the knob and dragged my feet out; ignoring the cruel feeling in my stomach, besides I try hard to not put any pressure on my bandaged foot

Okay I will do it all I need is to be brave, just keep moving girl

I hold back my feet, I think this far enough right I shouldn't be hasty, I give my brain assurance nod internally, reckless not good

There was no soul around only a vague noise blast between the walls with each move uproar became closer and clearer

Silently and carefully, I follow the sound and it became clearer to me to find that was him, in the middle of hall standing next window.I am again struck by his masculine beauty, He's again wearing jeans and a T-shirt. A grey one this time. He seems to favor simple clothing

One hand was holding his phone to his ear while the other rested on the window frame yelling in vivid anger in his voice; I had no intention to show any move or even proclaim my existence

"Nyet"

he stated between his teeth and fisting his free hand, that view makes me go with my decision to keep my mouth shut, not because I am afraid of him being angry

Well I do at the end he is a psycho weirdo freak and he is so mean when he is calm and how it be when he is that fire.

The image of his angry eyes jump back to my mind that was enough to make me gasp internally; I shake my head throwing all this behind. If he notices my fear from him, he will be more arrogant

"ya ne rabotayu ni dlya kogo"

What language is this? , I'm not good at other languages but I know that not an English, the only one with accent is Ryder, i can hear it so clear in his words and I remember him telling me once that he is not from the US but he didn't tell me from where he is exactly

and to Fox, he is fully pure American tongue, and to hear him talking like that with that easiness make me put more questions on who is he ?

holy moly, Is it possible he has anything to do with those large organizations engaged in human trafficking? Or even worse than that

"what!!! "

His rough voice pulled me out of my thoughts back to him; he was staring at me from the kitchen with raised eyebrow fully self-confident like if he is untouched. Wait ...

When he goes to the kitchen, silently I moved past him I had no intention to talk, you know I feel that way much I'm too confused and depressed to talk or to do anything even to eat I don't even feel like eating anything all I want is to just sleep ... maybe all this just over or it's just a bad dream and I'm going to wake up anytime

I jumped when I felt a hand pushing away my hair behind my ear, he using my spacing out to take revenge, still biting on my silence plus try hardly to avoid his eyes

his voice was harsh, masculine and angry

"What's? "

what?

I can hear the worry in his tone, still not taking off his hand neither my eyes meet him, honestly, I like the way his fingers feel against my skin, they were totally opposite him hot and gentle,

I don't know where this going to end but I will take the shot

I flinched when I hear him grunt, hell I forgot that he doesn't like to not be answered and I was still thinking about something when I felt his arm encircle my waist, and his chin rests on the top of my head. Feeling the strong muscles of his abdomen beneath my hands where they rested.

Quickly my situation with clothes jumped to my mind as I start to move uncomfortably

When he felt my resist he pulled back with no words out, I felt his gaze again on me, that makes the whole thing about avoiding his eyes and not to talk blah blah. more Harder

"okay"

With that, I felt myself flying in the air, my arms automatically clasped around his thick neck, and our eyes met at the end

Our faces were so close I can smell his cigarette breath fanned my face, that weird feeling in my stomach appeared again and I'm sure my face is the reddest thing in the world

Swiftly, I turned my face away from him as well as my arm; and turn my attention to my nails as if they were the most interesting thing in the whole universe

no... I'm not going to let him have an effect on me

my eyes grow wide as I look at my legs, oh boy, I totally forgot about the shorts, well, they were the most decent thing I  found in Eva's closet moreover that is my first time ever wearing something that short and here

those things not for me

"Put me down"

As I start struggling to kick my legs in the air, but my soured ankle leaves no time to remind me how much it hurts so I off one and leave the other on

You know if I was speaking to a wall, I thought it will understand  but Fox no, not in million years, as if he becomes deaf he kept walking to the kitchen

"Shush"

as if I were a spoiled child, he sent me that punishing glare and annoyingly I stand still don't dare to move a hair, slowly he put me on the counter and turns to the drawers behind him and start to turn it upside down.

I stare at him with a blank mind, what this guy doing to me I mean seriously, how can a person messed up with your brain like that. 

 any payback  I cooked change quickly with the new face he made or even with his smart moves that make my heart bump like crazy and my thought fuzzed

The thought of being with him makes me frightened, For some reason, I think being with fox would be like another prison

I feel tired physically and emotionally all these things so exhausting, even with me doing nothing just sleep, set and sleep. 

I just noticed all of them start with S

a yelp run out of my mouth when I felt his fingers rested on my ankle undoing the bandage.

he looks at me for minutes then shaking his head and go back to my ankle, I thought to pull my leg or protest but I know it will drown in the sink, or maybe I should let him do that, eventually that's happened because of him 

the mentally evil laugh cut by a sharp pain, my fingers moved to stop whatever he was doing, I don't do that on purpose they just fly by their own I don't know how but they did and unfortunately the rested on his 

my eye still open wide and possibly they will roll on the ground if I hold longer , but Mr. cold... Nah , he left his eyes staring at my fingers

I think that getting creepier and crappier

Quickly I get my hand back, avoiding his gaze acting like nothing happens which that's the truth, I touched many hands before and it goes totally normal, but why with him I got sick and feel a twist in my stomach whenever he touched me

Or when I touch him, what' that means, am I sick or something or I get infected with something or maybe because of my ankle, right!!

yeah, because my ankle you know because the circulation thing .you know the circulation get interrupted by something which I don't know what exactly but I know is the blood controlling everything heart, brain, everything, fingers too

I gave myself a confident node, turn back to see him medicating my leg, and he finished, i frowned when I realize that he stopped but still watching my pare legs intensely still kneeling before me

what this creep doing?

"what's happened" digging his eyes into my soul, darker shade coloring his eyes, his eyes sent a shiver through my whole body, staring never was something comfy for me

he ran his finger tracing the scars, with no  pressure but those touches were like flames, he fingers moves  leaving  fire trail , I bite my lips struggling to get over that feeling

the memories of Frank touching me rushed again to my mind, I tried hard to push it away

" give me a fucking answer" his voice still low, but commanding

it's just an old scar from the past each one narrates a different story being with a stepmom, being punished in every possible way ... 

that's the answer but I won't spill my beans

why should I do, to earn pity . to gain a feeling of sympathy. yes I'm weak alone but after all, I get some dignity

"it's nothing " I used my hands try to jump off the counter decided to cut this creepy moment

and before I do my jump out, his arms caged me force me in, his face was close uncomfortably close, I kept my eyes away from him

 Frank does not here. 

try hard to control my feeling in my stomach. I want to throw up

just calm take a deep breath, pushing the annoying rushing memories of Mr.stainy to the back of my mind, be a strong girl don't cry 

But all my effort fly away when he moved closer to my neck my ear, I don't know what exactly he wants by this, What's he up to, I know all this is punishing me for what I did. 

the nausea feeling getting harder to defeat 

"Stop it"

I frowned, what I did nothing now, I'm unhealthy silent,  his fingers touch my chin forcing me to look up at him. Those intense eyes are devouring me.

I don't know what to think what to say, when he noticed my silence my red eyes, His hand reaches up and touches my face. Ever so softly nothing like Frank his thumb grazes across my skin. Itches of awareness and panic shoot through me

he just likes him

I should push his hand away.

yeah, I should.

but I didn't

Instead, I meet his gaze, incredibly drawn to him. He leans in as if he wants to tell me a secret or kiss me if I lean more to meet him. The thought makes my pulse flutter all over again.

"I wish he hadn't done this to you," he said while stroking the corner of my lip. "it's a shame.You really are a very pretty girl"

I clutch the hem of my short tightly; Unable to help myself, I whispered, "It's your fault he did it. You're no better than he is."

It felt good to say the words. I felt I should have said them sooner.He sighed deeply and let out a slow breath. I shivered, I don't know if that was a good or bad sign.

His voice filled my head, "I'd watch what you say to me, princess. There is a difference between me and him. I am still better and capable of things you can't imagine. Provoke me again and I'll prove it." 

I don't know if it's right to be afraid of him or what he will do to me, besides I know nothing about him to trust him or even believe him 

I just discovered that he can talk another language and skillfully

"What language that was?"

It is the wrong thing to ask. He stiffens, his eyes going cold. He scanned my eyes for minutes before giving me an answer

"Why you asking?" he tilts his head still having his gaze on me

" to track me down" I gulp hard trying to push my uneasiness away

"Because I want to" mimic his style, his eyes darken those lights up eyes gone, dead only remain in these eyes, and carefully curiously; I kept staring at that change

Why he always change whenever I ask him that question, it must be a big secret, I take advantage of that change teasing him more

"I deserve an answer"

His lips twitched slightly up giving me his famous wicked smirk, It is not easy to win in any discussion with him, and will come out of it empty-handed

"I'm everything jump to your mind but good"

I frowned thinking about his words, like something I didn't know who said he is good

sly fox

He's capable of anything. And I'm completely at his mercy. I think about trying to fight him again. That would be the normal thing to do in my situation. The brave thing to do.

but I don't do it. I can feel the darkness inside him. There's something wrong with him. His outer beauty hides something monstrous underneath. I don't want to unleash that darkness. I don't know what will happen if I do

"Ten minutes to get your breakfast"

With that, he gave me his shoulders marching away; I mock his voice in my head watching his back moving away

So where's my breakfast Mr. timing, I took a look around and the dishes was glimmering, I remember Steve told me there's a breakfast so where is it, so I asked him

"Where's my breakfast "

he didn't even stop to answer he kept striding, only his thick voice reached me

"Knock yourself out princes"

I rolled my eyes hurried to the fridge try to make something easy in those left minutes I have, I stopped dead in my place, I gazed down with wide eyes, no kidding it happens again, I feel that wet again between my legs

I was wet too before and this thing happens a lot to me, and especially when I am with Fox, is it possibly because him, his touches driving me wild and turning my thoughts toward sexual things, I should be ashamed of myself to think like such things

uh, I don't know what's happening to me I need to find a way to know what wrong with me, am I sick or something worse maybe dying

chapter 15...The book

 well, I find that justified as I know that Fox is A'hole, so why would I surprised when he ordered, that I should Be Imprisoned with hard labor, As he said 'staying here won't be for free'

as I said ... A'hole

I stood on the back porch eating an oatmeal raisin cookie left over from lunch and watched Fox work. He was still shirtless. Easy on the eyes, but hard on the mind

yes I admit it ,it was a long day, but I will not complain spending my time doing anything is better than staying alone and frankly I agreed because I want to make my brain busy and away from Mr. Stainy or Frank or whatever it is, and from Fox and my stepmom and most of all... my best friend

Even with working here, the memories revive again, she was my everything and from the sunrise tell moon to show up I'm with her

I'm dying to see her again; having our little evil gossips and her swearwords whenever she goes off mood, only one question keep rushing to my mind ' how's she doing now'

Even when I know she is so tough, I was boosting my strength my patience from her she always keeps me strong, I wish if she was here so I can tell her everything storm in my mind

I know her she will beat me and she will yell, curse and it will end up eating pizza or some pasta on bed and laughing like to cracked girls

Suddenly I felt pushed, I smiled looking at him, rubbing my fingers through black thunder white coat and scratching behind his speckled ears.  black thunder never moved, but his warm body suggested he was still alive. Maybe. 

Oh, people meet 'black thunder' he is one of Fox's dog ... as he claimed

I take my hand brushed along his side, "Hey handsome", he is cute and lovely nothing like Fox

my voice was rasping and blocked with the prisoned tears, quickly I left my hand wiping off the tears, I don't want him to see me fragile even if I really was

 he soften at my touch and start brush his head at my neck, to tell the truth, I was scared of him , I thought he will bite me, but he didn't, I really miss my work in my barn, Technically Mathew's family barn, I was just worker there, as he said I'm nothing. Yes still mad at him

"I mean how he dares he called me a whore, I can't even get the man I love "

Even ' black thunder ' agree with me, or as I thought, his mouth is slightly open with tongue hanging to the side, I think I will take it as yes

"You know that you are not bad right "

He barked again, that makes me laugh even he can't really understand what I said but he seemed to know exactly what I was talking about

"You are nothing like your friend, he is such an ass, and total ass"

Thinking of fox, he is more than that, but those are the two things I'm sure he is

'black thunder' start bark noisily, hell what I did

quickly I used my hand brushing him again try to compose him, and after a couple of magical touches he stopped and go back again to the calm mood

I sighed came to be face-to-face staring at him, put my hands on my hips. I frown watching him

"So you are so mad at me for insulting him, but not mad at him, you are so hypocrite"

He broke that barley eye contact and shook his head ignoring me. Huh, he is so well at the good friend act

I huffed "Yeah I had a friend once and she was like you, easily burned."

I kissed his face. he digs his head to move it against my chest. I rubbed his ears gently and ran my hand along his neck.

The sun was setting in the sky. and I was really feeling tired as my leg was aching even with trying to put any weight on its still hurt.

I heard a voice arise, the sound of boots thudding the concrete. I jumped at the voice but turned to face Fox as he folded his arms above the door of the stall.

Fox didn't take his eyes off of me as I looked at him. He bit his lip as he looked down. I couldn't take my eyes off his teeth that were digging into his bottom lip.

his white shirt wasn't white anymore, it was mixed with black lines and dots even over his mammoth biceps after fixing his motorbike and there are some hays I guess still wedged his messy black thick hair all that was like a disaster the strange thing is that's making him more mannish even the dirty rag that was hanged on his jeans back pocket

It was when he looked up that I had recovered from my stupid school girl thoughts that had surfaced in my head and turned to look away

"Go to clean up, you stink"

A'hole

Slowly nodded before whispered my goodbyes to 'thunderstorm' and turn to leave

I walked away still ignoring his eyes though; I can feel his gaze like daggers on my back before he goes and give black thunder huge and whisper in his ears

Finally, I open the door to meet the unreachable freedom, the red color was poured in all the sky the view was breath taken I want to run wildly chasing the sun ride my way to the west take a trip to the endless

but I can't do any of that because out of I am trapped here unallowed to go back where I called it home and it is not any more; home is not a home anymore not mine

I know no other place to go and I have no money to fee a place or motel beside those people still looking for me

In fact, Fox didn't trap me here, life did

I turned giving my back to the inaccessible freedom and walk to open the main door make myself in, I close my eyes try to balance my rebellious feeling

Yeah, everything happen for reason let's hope it's for good

with that, I start heading to my room which I don't can't really remember the way, or maybe I don't want

Stopped to look around I don't know where I was heading, but I don't mind, he drew his lines where is allowed and not, let's try the not allowed I shrugged and continue

This place so confusing, so many rooms here and the walls were at the same design and same color which I can't really tell where I was last night or let me correct myself where I was taken

Yes, the room I'm in it's his room, how I know well, it's obvious that was his room; I mean who paints his room with black

But I never saw this rooms before, luckily the door open it's like his office, is it?

its big wide and full of shelves books and shiny dark wooden desk and his laptop, it must be his office, I never been in his office before this is my first time

I missed reading books, Melisa always used to bring me some books I love reading especially romance erotic romance, yes it's my secret no one know that except the two of us she read them with me, now I can pass my time here much easier , all I need to do is searching for the proper one

There was poetry, historical, it's almost shocking that man like fox read poetry

Then my eyes glimpsed a book by a strange name that was not like any other book. It looks smaller and without a title. Only the name E is written in the corner in golden color

I can't control the voice inside my head, it insists on me that I must take it, I pulled my fingers stepping on my toes, it's out of my reach, my fingers barely can touch the wooden shelf

"lost!"

I jumped when I hear his voice came out of the blue, I turned around to see him raising a brow with smirk dance on his face

"no, i" I tried to form a rational sentence but he cut me as he always did

"You miss me," he asked mockingly, I want to scratch his face, he is so cold and Provocative

obviously, I was in the wrong place because I want to go that way not because I'm lost and now busted but i want to read that book

I feel his curious gaze on me, without more words I walked out, I don't want to push my luck, yes I'm hidden here from Mr. stainy but he is still my capture in the other hand

Finally, I found my room or to be exact Eva's room but at least I will find some clothes other those shorts

I was so smelly, I didn't work much though, in fact, he did most of the work. I think he wanted to make sure I would not run away so he made up the work excuse

Don't worry Mr. Cold I will run again and again whenever I got the chance to

But for now, a hot shower is all of everything now

After Ten freaky minutes

Yeah the stupid rule

I was ready but I don't feel like going out, in fact, I feel much safer here since no one home only us, I want to stay here, but I'm too afraid of Fox twisted mind

Truthfully, I'm afraid of him

without more second thoughts I pushed the door open limping out, my face hit by a pleasant delicious smell

the smell of attacks my nostrils I hurried up to the kitchen, is boo here that's smell like her food, she is an amazing cooker

When I arrived, Fox stood at the stove wearing a black pair of cargo pants and gray tee with bare feet, his hair is still wet from his shower

He smirks and speaks in his usual rough tone. "I'd bet you're hungry, princess."

To tell the truth, the smell is irresistible, I don't know he can cook and like freakn' professional

wait .wait why he is cooking right now I mean he didn't make a breakfast for me when he made him this morning ...why now

Poison

he poisoned the food ... he got enough from the right so he will kill me, I mean look at me, a girl like me parley weighs 40k who will purchase her

I worth nothing

the food plated and ready, I was rooted to my place I can't believe that he is kind, actually, this kindness freaks me out

"not hungry!!"

he gestured to the table with a raised brow, I don't know if I was hungry or not, finally, I walked and pull the chair facing him, just taking my time gazing at the food

nice + caring +intimate+ Fox = apocalypse

how can people say if the food poisoned or not by watching? I don't take a risk and taste it then die, I should've learned such this skills

Moreover, milk ... really

Hello ... I'm twenty, not five

"Milk?"

I asked in more like complaining still not moving my eye from my plate

"I'm not a kid" now lifting my eyes to him, he was so cold eating his food in piece quietly calmly in such a high classic style

My mind was screaming ... What the HELL

"Hum, you are and you need it"

Wow, that was an unadulterated answer, butthead, he is hiding something sure he poisoned it

I take a quick peek at him, so cold

It seems like I will catch flu

Okay ... it smells great, I'm crying mentally. he never cooks food before or we even eat together before, he always dipped in his office, why today is there any special occasion

Maybe it's my birthday no .my birthday not today. Not Christmas, not Thanksgiving not Easter maybe mother's day ... nah, his birthday !!!

Whatever I will not touch it, this dish will end my life

a noise of spoon crushed on plate invaded the gravely silent in the room, which is not good, it's not just a spoon fall

tsk tsk ... it's a danger alarm

Without warning I felt his body hovered toward me digging his fork in my plate, robotically, I pulled back nailing my back to the chair still shocked

His full fork flies back to him exactly to his mouth, start chewing it with a blank face

I was just watching with wide eyes, what the hell is going on

"See, not dead "and snatch the milk and take a sip too, his eyes still scorching me

"where's the fun if you die "

How!

Oh, you A'hole!

I get up kicking the chair back taking my way to the sink to wash my dish and my hands too, they were shaking as my eyes start to fill with hot water

I'm like losing it

"you know what" I walked back to him, not so close but close and save enough

"You are lower than scum and oh hell how much I hate you!"

I take a deep breath closing my eyes but that didn't block the tears, he was just silent setting on his chair watching me with a blank face

I burst into laughter. Laughing hard, I yell

"No one knows where I am!, maybe no one even looking for me" I laugh so hard I'm wheezing

"I'm locked away in a shithole!" I pause looking at him, still cold

"with you"

frustration and sadness was eating my skin, I dangled my head cover my face with my hair I don't want him to see me like that but I can't stop these tears stop that smashing feelings inside the feeling that I am all my own, I have no one

I snorted through my chuckles. "I'm going to die alone!"

Laughter forces its way out of me for minutes until I finally stop, panting hard

I'm hollow. Empty. And numb.

" better ?" his voice was calm steady, a smirk painted on my lips

I keep my eyes averted "How would you feel if you'd been kidnapped?" I hissed it's like angriness mixed with crazy

Still silent, I finally look up at him. He stands up ambling to me, His lips twitch as he looks at me

"You tied to a chair?" my brows knot confused by his question, shake my head.

He shot another question. "Been slapped around?"

Okay, I'm start regretting my question now, but to tell the truth he never did any of that to me well ,I've been slapped and chained but not by him

as a matter of fact he saved me , twice when I took to the brothel and even at the day he kidnapped me I was about to get imprisoned by Mr.Stainy

Dissatisfiedly, I shake my head again and quickly look him in the eye and shake my head. He nods in agreement.

"So why I'm here then" with that he smirks and walked to face me And here I sit, all confused

"Because 'here' is where I keep the things that belong to me"

My eyes grow wider when I saw his fingers pointed at me when he mentioned belong, I belong to him

It's funny how a few simple words can alter your attitude, that creepy laughter switch me again, oh fudge this man will finish my leftover fuse

his brows were knotted staring at me like what the hell is wrong with her mind, well its rotten and you missed up with it pal

"First" I paused taking a breath and look dead in the eye with a totally serious face, "you are an asshole and the sure thing you know that"

I need a swear jar

"Second, you don't own me it's your illusion, actually no one does and for sure I don't belong to some freak psychopath "

He smirks and walks closer caressing my cheek with his cold fingers; I was surprised and worried from his calmness and silent

Confidently passed me to kitchen counter near us and few feet away from me

"Rude"

I open my mouth to say something but I cut off by knife hovering at my way

 

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chapter 16...his head on silver plate

For a second, I was paralyzed by terror

 

my chest stiff I can't breathe in or out. No pain

I hang my head down checking out searching for any injury, cut any harm but not any, totally fine

I stare at him still confused angry scared a bit, but his perfect face expressionless. I can feel the rage burning quietly underneath. 

Many questions rushing in why he did that he never boom angry like that, well at least not like now

as I was glaring, I noticed something about his look, they weren't for me he was looking beyond me

My curiosity gets the best of me, so I turned around tailing his gaze, my eyes narrowed at the view, making me feel scared and confused.

Again, I am speechless ... how!!

"Hey "

His hair curls a little around his face, softening the hard perfection of his features. His eyes hold my face; his lips are curved in a slight smile

A warm smile spread on his shaky lips, my mind goes black without hesitation my feet start running to him

For a moment, I forgot everything, but before I attack him with a hug, I stopped remembering what happened that night.

"Mathew!" my voice came more like a question, not sure if my eyes cheating me, I can't believe my eyes how he finds me

"How?"

a single tear rolled down on his cheek that's the first time I see him crying, he is not the soft type he always prefers to hide his emotions at least not now because they are vividly clear, he tugs me crushing my bone between his big arms, that was real, it was him

Oh boy, I can feel now how much I miss him, suddenly I join him sobbing in his chest, finally, someone I know, finally someone finds me

I don't to have a perfect love perfect relation I just need someone who won't give up on me, I need Mathew in my life

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I should've ..."

Quickly I cut him shaking my head and tugging tightly his shirt afraid that I might lose him

I'm not the type of person to give up on someone, yes I sometimes I get mad and upset, I won't talk or see you because I need time to cool off but I will never a abandon them

"It's okay; it's not your fault"

 looking into my eyes the heat radiated from his hands to my heart to all my boy, his eyes full of sadness they were so red and puffy

I open my mouth to say something but quickly cut by clapping, I shut my mouth as Mathew's eyes drafted behind me, I shut my eyes

How I forget that we had a company?

Fox

"So sentimental"

Out of the blue, various cracks dash to my ears, everyone was there when I mean everyone I mean the rest of his gang, fox's gang

They were aiming their guns at Mathew's head, for a second I felt so betrayed I thought they are friends or were friends they were too kind to me even Dan and Rider they were there; they are too concentrated on Mathew to look at me

"oops, bad timing " Eva mocked, giving me her best look

At that moment, steely hands grip my arm from behind, painfully squeezing my wrist. I scream, struggling, but Fox was too strong

"wait wait "

Mathew lift his hands in front of him begging, I feel my heart ripped to a million parts, his eyes still focused on me before they shifted to Fox

"I will give you anything you want, you want money? I will give you money, just "he paused collecting his shaky voice

"Just don't hurt my babe"

My eyes grow wide I was shocked, I can't believe he just said that I thought he had no feelings for me and it was one side love

Ashton broke that moment, fisting his hand on Mathew's face as his lips bleeding. 

"NO, NO stop please stop" I scream my lung out struggling to get out of Fox's grasp but it was useless

Matthew gave me a tight smile shaking his head telling me it, okay.

it can't be okay it never was okay     

I spun facing fox now, anger scorching my veins, yes I might endure anything any pain but don't mess with my people

"Why" I can barely draw in air through the constriction in my chest, and my voice comes out sounding unexpectedly breathy

Tugging his shirt, yes I am insane fighting this huge mammoth figure, I know I will squash under his finger

I watch him, frozen in place. I don't know what to do. Do I fight him now? Moreover, if so, what would that accomplish? He hasn't hurt me yet, and I don't want to provoke him. He's much larger than me, much stronger. I can see the thickness of his muscles under the black T-shirt he's wearing

" your room"

and I can hear the barely suppressed rage in his voice. his dark devilish eyes still busy on Matthew, he was no longer fox he is a devil.

"I won't" To my huge surprise, my voice sounds almost normal.

He looks amused, but there's a dark gleam in his eyes. His fingers caress my face again; push the hair back behind my ear leaning down to my ears

"you don't want his head on a silver plate"

I can feel the violence within him, and I'm terrified.

"don't you"

He lifts his hand and touches my face again, I stand there helplessly and let him. His fingers are gentle on my skin, his touch almost tender

"please, don't do this." My voice is thick with unshed tears, "I only want-"

"Julia" I flinched at his thundery voice

"Ana, let's go"

I felt Julia tugging me with her away from everyone

"no don't touch her, what did you do to her you bastard" Mathew start fight but they yank him back

"No, Annie"

The tears start raining down my cheeks, he know I liked him calling me that.

I haven't moved away that much when I heard a rain of punches, I can't push further I collapsed on the floor sobbing pushing my fist into my ears to block the sounds

I don't know how much time passed with me sitting on the floor sobbing, but all I know is feeling someone carrying me in bridal style

 all I feel now is my heart aching, I'm done, "shhhh, fighter baby, everything will be fine"

 I know that voice it's Dan, kiss my forehead doing his best soothing me, I don't know how I should feel 

********************

everyone out, only my left locked in this dark room, his room, I'm so terrified that I just lie there, shaking. my eyes puffed  from the all crying, I press my arms  against my body, holding the blanket tightly around my body 

right now I'm just numb from any feelings, I just lie there in the dark thinking of Mathew and his warm smile, thinking of Mel too, my dad 

A soft light comes on. Even though it's not bright, I'm blinded for a minute. I blink a few times, and my

eyes adjust.

And I see him.

Fox

He stands in the doorway like a dark angel.His expression is dark and angry

utterly terrifying.

My instincts had been right—this man is capable of anything, dark things

I can't even gather enough saliva to talk. So I just watch him stalk toward me like a hungry tiger approaches its prey

I am going to fight if he touches me.

He comes closer, and I take a step back. Then another and another, until I'm pressed against the bed 

He lifts his hand, and I tense, preparing to defend myself. But he's merely holding a bottle of water and offering it to me.

"Here," he says. "I figured you must be thirsty."

I stare at him. I'm dying of thirst, but I don't want it, not from him, He stands there, patiently watching, My heart is hammering in my throat, and I feel sick with fear

"Why?" my voice was choked like if I was strangled

"Because I didn't like seeing you with him," FOX says, and I can hear the rage in his voice.

"Is he—" I don't know if I can even say it out loud. "Is he . . . alive?"

"For now," 

Fox says, his eyes burning into mine, for the first time I challenge the consequence and look him dead in the eye

 "believe me you don't want that boy," he says harshly, I tightened my grip on the blanket I'm holding 

"I know what you want" 

I stand up facing him, he frowned looking curiously at me with dark eyes 

"you just like them, you want this, so take it" 

letting the blanket drop on the floor revealing my naked body, I know he kidnapped me just to use me use my body make me his whore just like Mr. Stainy 

"You know what your problem is? Your mouth operates faster than your brain does."

"you are just stupidly obsessed with your ego"

He laughed loudly and smugly. "I guess I struck a chord with your ego

"Oh, the hell," I said with a disgruntled roll of my eyes. "You're the one with the ego, Mr. jackass"

he put his fingers to my lips as he focused on something in the shadows across the lot. His grim,

unblinking eyes startled me, but I tried to tamp down the fear welling up inside. and before I know it a glass noise shattered Instead of dropping to the ground, I instinctually turned to see what had happened

Fox's hand was on his gun, but instead of pulling it out, he propelled himself at me with breakneck speed.

Oomph.

I was thrown off-kilter, and I landed on my stomach as the first shots rang out. Fox had thrown himself on top of me and shielded my head

minutes after, the silence filled the air, as Fox  peeled himself off me and pull me like rag up with him,

"go to the bathroom, and don't open it till you hear from me"

 

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chapter 17 ... Disaster Recipe

 Didn't know what was happening to me

 

but Fox was at the center of it. He was the source of all this pain and confusion.

The shooting noise keeps getting higher and higher make my ears were ringing, I need some distraction.

Frantically, I searched around the bathroom for a way to escape or somewhere to hide. It was irrational all this shit is just irrational and absurd, as I'd already established there was no escape any attempt and I'll be dead.

Nevertheless, instinct is instinct. My instincts said to hide, I dig my body under the sink, I know it's not the safest place to hide but at least no one will know I'm here

This was the worst of all my fears, in whole my life I'd been careful. I followed all the rules in becoming invisible. I kept my head down, I walked fast, not drawing attention to myself and I dressed sensibly. Still, my nightmare had found me

it's bad too bad no it's the worse, and worse nightmares can't get any better, and that what happens it's turning worse, as the electricity turned off

I feel my breath hitched in my throat and my fear beating me, I pulled my legs to my chest nodding back and forth pitch black, bathroom and shooting it's a recipe of disaster, I start panicking I want it to be just a nightmare and I'm going to wake up soon

My balms getting wetter, so I dry them by rubbing them on my jeans and then I felt something in my pocket, I dig my hands in and depend of feeling it was more like a paper, I can't see anything right now so I clutch it hard waiting

for a moment I use that as a distraction, away from the shooting screaming noise, not long and the power came back again

directly my mind drift to the paper in my hand, it was small paper, I don't remember holding any papers, he was so careful to hide those things beside pens pencils and any sharp things add to that phone and gun

Curiously, I open it, it was a blue ink and familiar handwrite.

'I promise I'll get you back so soon my love, just be my strong girl and wait for me'

my vision blur with tears, I can't believe it, he risks himself coming here just to save me, I'd never even dream about something like that, my eyes drifted to the numbers written down, it's a new number his new number

Use it whenever you can and be well for me

now I can't stop the rain that falls from my eyes, my finger running on the words and over my love and for me feeling like I touching his fingers

I feel happy so alive again my heart beating fast happy I never felt that happiness my best friend and my teenage adult love the only man I, loved he is fighting for me.

and what fox did to his ring again in my mind, I won't let that happen again, I looked again at the numbers, this paper is the most precious thing to me after my mom's necklace but no one should know about it

I kept rolling the numbers in my tongue over and over but stopped when I heard his whistles than the door of the room open, quickly I ran and flush the paper and set back like nothing happened

The door open and he was standing there, not fox how could eat the play; he figured out where I am, and like the usual Fox-like nothing happened no fight no shooting nothing, he has nerves of steel

Calm and zero emotions

I could feel my heart beating in my neck as I looked into his super serious eyes. My heart beating fast I try hard to give any hint

Just silent

"Get the fuck up" his tone was more commanding, telling the truth I don't want to, but I need to play it cool

I pushed my weight onto my arm and forced my stiffed body; try hard to avoid his scrutinizing eyes

"Get your fucking ass ready, we are leaving" that was really news to me, I look at him confused still can't get anything, yeah Fox was calm but there's something wrong with his something unreadable

"Is it safe, I mean what if .."I stopped when he pulled me closer to my face was an inch from his, my eye open wide, alert, afraid, definitely there's something wrong

"Listen, princes, with me it's never been safe, but I can guarantee that your little pretty ass will be safe"

My ears start buzzing, but his confidence and the words that went with it which pretty much promising.

Oh boy

Suddenly I felt a little squeeze in my chest in my heart; he made my blood run cold

"You're scaring me." still whispering. He throws his wicked smirk

"Good" his eyes moved over my face for a while before he instructs me again to hurry to leave and storm out

I blinked

Now, I can categorize him happily as a handsome psychopath

 

******

There were many holes and cavities in walls and blood spattered everywhere, I don't know how I even should describe the view, nothing more obvious and noticeable around than destruction, it's disaster

Everyone was busy doing something, but what catches my eyes is the site of the boys carrying the lifeless bodies out

nausea start getting the best of me, I hate looking at dead or even dealing with blood, it agitates my senses in a bad way

"You look off color, are you okay" 

my attention drive quickly to the speaker, it was Julia, she looks in mess, I rubbed my hand over my face trying to distract my self

I nod, I know I can't lie to Julia she is so smart to figure out what I'm in, she is so caring like motherly caring, she pays attention to smallest thing even to me from day one she treated me like family, in normal situations I would be happy as a flea in a doghouse

However, I'm still at their mercy so I have to dance to their tunes

"Here, drink some water" 

I look at her face, like the usual big smile I sighed and take the water from he and have some mouthfuls, yeah, I feel my throat burning from the whole crying sobbing, I'm totally dry

"cookie" she holds out a plate full of cookie, I look up at her is she kidding me who may have an appetite for what shooting and kicking some people asses

And to tell the truth, It looks great but my stomach immediately tightens. Looks like this will be another wasted meal.

"No thanks, I don't-"

"How dare you touch my babies" Dan appears out of blue attacking the plate and that before he got smack on his hand

"Ouch, what that for" rubbing his hand like a wounded child

"clean your hand first" and his face totally changed to a sheepish smile, and silently to the sink and back to attack the plat.

"Oh, My precious" we can't stop our smile at his face 

"Seriously!!! the fuck guys" Ashton annoyed voice broke the scene throwing his hands in the air exasperated

"What!!, I felt starving so I make  sometin' to fill-up" 

 like if it was not a big deal, Dan, still not giving up on that plate, "Dude, I'm just helping her" and with that, he runs out with his babies

Ashton gives it up and shakes his head, "we need to talk" he takes the lead and  we follow 

"Damn those looked good" Ashton mumbled at the sight of the cookies 

Julia sighed. "Don't worry I have a second plate on the oven"

The words were barely out of her mouth when Dan abruptly changed course and headed towards the kitchen.but not before he glared at Ashton muttering. "You cookie thieving bastard" 

"Well, there was," she said

with that, he also left, and we followed him to the living room where everyone was there waiting, Fox was still oddly silent

"We need to split", everyone shakes his or her head at Fox's statement except me, Fox eyeing me and I think he got that I am totally clueless 

"Because we don't want to be here in case their buddies come back."

I whisper enough for them to hear, "Is it safe to go?" 

"Hell no", Dan answered, while cleaning his hands on the bandana that hanged from Rider's rear pocket

"They have snipers" Fox try to make it clear, but that creeps me out more

they... who?

"So!" now Julia ask

"Snipers can wait for a long fucking time," Rider says "And they have all the advantage since we're locked here"

"So what do we do?" I asked again because they creep me out more and more with this explanation and I feel like I start losing it

"We will split" Fox finally answer like an answer, and my brain suddenly screaming 'no shit'

"Ashton and Rider, we will take Eva as a distraction as Ana" Fox was cut by Eva

"Why should I sacrifice myself for this bitch?"

Fox closed his eyes impatient leaving her comment as everyone else, except Dan he was mocking her silently and stopped hiding behind Julia when Eva catch him and send him a death glare

"Daniel and the others will run to the basement and out"

"We can use the fire escape. Instead of going down, go up to the roof and wait" Dan suggested but fox shakes his with disapproval, and Dan accept that nod and don't ask for any whys

"I thought you said the windows were nailed shut." I scowl at Fox, he smirks

"I lied"

"Now let's move" handing the helmet to Eva

"and you?" the question rolled out with no filter, but he mention what everyone should do but he didn't say what he will do

with  his famous wicked smirk and storm out, and with that everyone moved to do what they told, though these days was enough to tell me that smirk means definitely not good 

Suddenly. I felt a strong grip around my hand and pulled me back to hit something solid. While the others continued to walk, yes I know what that steel wall is. He has been used on more than one occasion to hit him

I turned quickly to face him and It seems that I took that moment by surprise, it was not cold and vague. But the features of pain on his face.

he winces and clutches his ribs again. Then I realize 

Fox's been shot. 

 

chapter 18 ... Family

"Are you hurt?"

 

"You are offering to play nurse?" passing his finger on his lower lip, tease look on his face

who can have a decent conversation with Fox?

I had my enough

Then I made something surprised me more than him, I lift his shirt up to check on him

am I crazy?

Check on him

Holy moly

I don't know what I was really thinking to check on him on Fox on my kidnapper he is an ass, strangely he was calm his blue ice was close but he opens them quickly as head gaze turned back to me

He was in a hell of pain and he thinks he is good hiding it, actually he did... all that time

"You forgot this, you don't want to be center of attention" his hand stretched out, and it was full with surfaced thick veins and smooth hair, he handed me a black and white bandana

where the stingy, mean, Fox has gone

What going on

He just messing with my brain, right, he's still criminal, he is Fox

Mentally, I shake my head pushing all these thoughts away, with no more lines I snatch the bandana and shadowed the others.

The squeeze in my chest back again, I don't know what's wrong and right anymore but all I know I won't let down my friends the people who really care form me

"let's move baby fighter" I meet Dan's cheery face, letting him take the lead and I followed him

"yeah, let move" whispering to myself more than him, not long till we met Julia leaning on the door frame

"Shall we" I frowned at her, I don't understand maybe more confused about what all this excitement and enthusiasm, simply she kicked her head back giggling

"Hey, don't worry it will be more fun" winking at me and upraised her bandana from her neck to cover her face

"ladies first" Dan gesture to us to get in

"jerk" Julia commented ready to get in, but this is insane

my ass stuck up on the wall behind me, and Dan back between my brows and Julia stepping on Dan's feet and when she tried to correct the situation she kneeled him in the crotch  

"guys is it just me noticing that we are crammed into a storage closet, it's not like we are going to Narnia"

They stopped watching me like if I had two heads before they both burst to laugh, and I felt more like stupid ...seriously

but I can't understand how we will hide or even what we do between baseball bats, CDs, a lot of boxes even the vacuum cleaner was there too

"How many times I came here and never cross my mind the Narnia shit thing?" Julia commented on her laughs

"Oh god, even me" Dan agreed

thanks

Now I feel stupider

"Baby fighter, you are really genius" I crossed my arm over my chest, seriously this no fun

"don't call me that" I'm sure the nickname is to distract me from the fact that we've been dumped in the middle of hell. I still fall for it.

"Oh, you don't like it" he paused glancing at the space diving deep into his mind and scratching his hair like a lost monkey

"Find it" 

suddenly he screamed make me and Julia jump, I don't even know why we waited for him with open mouths, I know he will never get something good

"What about baby doll" giving us happy and victorious face

"What" both I and Julia screamed, thanks, good she is on my side

"Babydoll? Are you for real?" his face fall, staring at her with dah

"You know what going to happen to you if Fox hears you calling her that name" 

that impossible, I looked at her in disbelieve, Do these people have any brains? In addition, even if they do I don't know how it works

"What? We must be rational" she defends herself and I rolled my eyes and throw my arms in the air, I'm done with this people

"Uh, guys you are impossible"

"don't be sad I will find a better one" now I want to cry

"Excuse me ladies" taking few steps inside the tight room, he starts putting away the CDs, the boxes, I was just stood watching curiously what he was doing

When he finished removing everything in front of him, he stood staring at the wall in front of him, the curiosity almost wiped me out, but I caught my tongue waiting and being alert like a child waiting for a surprise

He starts drumming his fingers giving the wall few taps, now I can't hold on anymore

"What are you doing" he turned his head looking at me with Look at me with eyes radiated with excitement

"Its magic show time" I didn't understand what he meant, but all clarified when a door opened from the wall

So this is our door to Narnia

"Be careful," he commanded reaching to take my hand in his guiding me down, it was dark old scary stairs

after a long long way down to the basement as they say, in fact, I'd rather call it a hole, I feel like I was traveling to the Earth's center

Now I knew why Fox always showed up in my face whenever I tried to open the holy door

This place is full of secrets, just like his owner, when he jumped into my brain the incident of the book that he took from my hand and was angry with me then

Don't find it strange that Fox is full of secrets, he doesn't talk too much I rather call it commanding I don't see him all the day and at night he will make sure to lock the door behind him and open it in the early morning

"Here put that on, and give me yours" Julia pulled me back to her, she was behind me and I was in the middle and Dan taking the lead

It takes me a moment to understand what she was talking about when I looked at the jacket her black leather jacket handed it to me

"Why I already have one" tugging my jacket as proof, but she shook her head

"No we need to make you unidentifiable as much as we can" she paused looking at the black bandana 

"wow, His bandana ... omg, I mean no one wants you to be in the center of attention in situations like this but ... his precious bandana !!!that's a big hit"

"now, I look like you," I told her, "That's the point, If someone is out there watching, then I'll be the one in danger. They won't recognize you." she replied, handing me a bag. "Here, now put these on."

For a moment I stare down at the bulletproof vest  in her hand confused why are they care and protect me; she takes the risk by being me and put herself in danger for a stranger

"Why you do this, putting yourself in jeopardy for a foreigner" my voice holds much annoyance than rage

"Who said you are stranger" quoting her fingers in the air

"Ana you are family now" giving my shoulder little squeeze with a warm face

"Why" I paused 

"why now" 

that true, everyone hated me and now she says I'm family, and by the way, no one locks family prisoner, besides I'm tired thinking tired confused, this queries perish me

"I don't know why but you are the first one that Fox didn't put on  for sale, instead he keeps you which is rare, which mean you are someone important, a family"

I was stunned, I don't know what to say, should I be flattered or be shocked that Fox works for what ... slave trading, he sells girls, he works on human trafficking

Silently, I took the jacket from her and put it on as she did the same

the silence was higher

I didn't take long when shooting enters the show, Bodies were falling on the ground. I don't really know what's going on, all I can see is the brains of people scattered on the ground

"what's going on" I can't form any logical or even illogical question. This was worse than my worst nightmares, Dan's voice came over the noise "that's  was Fox watching" 

before I have the time to absorb anything, a deafening boom sounds from the back of the house, and I see a flash of blinding white light before an unseen force throws me back to the ground 

The house shakes. The fixtures rattle. The furniture moves. My heart slams into my chest. I'm winded from the fall. Shaking, I hold my hands over my ears and watch in horror, a foot away from me. Ducking my head, I scream in shock and use my forearm to cover my face.

I feel a wet warmth on my forehead and on my arm. Looking around, I see Dan yelling so hard the veins in his neck bulge. He motions for me to come to him but I can't move.

I'm petrified.    

Confusion seeps through me. I can't comprehend what's happening. All I know is that it's bad. Another explosion. Closer this time. The house shakes feverishly.

gray... all I can see is gray 

and suddenly I felt arms wrapping around my waist and pull me away, breath fanning my neck from behind whispering something in my ears, but right now I can't process anything  

 

chapter 19... Save

So here I am, standing in the middle of a dingy motel room.

I'm here after spending almost seven hours in the back of a vehicle with Fox. Then again, let me correct myself a skyrocket, it was a skyrocket with four tires, well Dan turn the vehicle to that skyrocket he didn't drove he winged us

This might not have been an issue if the guy knew the meaning of the words 'lighten up'. Alas, we're talking about Fox. The guy's meaning of relaxed is park himself in the chair while rubbernecking me leaning noiselessly against the window.

A little creepy if you ask me.

The car stopped suddenly, the back door opened and I found myself being dragged to a motel room that looked like its previous occupants were cockroaches.

Fox paces in front of me and barks into the cell phone, I catch some of it and the other was in either his creepy strange language or munching the words, but all I can see is anger, fairly, I will give whoever who did that a credit for altering Fox's face.

"No, just find any fucking thing, there's must be things use your fucking eye's Rider", and He stops pacing, looks me up and down and says, "Uh huh." Pause. "Uh huh." Pause once more.

"Fine. She needs clothes." Pause. "I don't fucken' know! Underwear maybe and bras and any fuckin' things that won't draw attention to her." Silence, then, "no. I asked them not to disturb us. We're on our honeymoon."

My eyes almost roll on the floor

Married? me and him

The thought of being married to Fox is so absurd, no everything is absurd that the laughter I try to suppress forces its way out. Hard. And loud.

That's it

Busting a gut laughing, tears roll down my cheeks as I lean my hip on the back of the sofa. That what was my beautiful life lacking

Fox watches me with a scowl. He does this a long while before he presses me on the wall and covers my mouth with his hand. All that does is make me laugh harder. He growls, "Shut it"

Finally getting a hold of myself, I suppress the laughter; His arm falls lower, cross my shoulders in blink spinning me and gluing me on his torso with only one hand. I try to pull away but he has other ideas. As if he doesn't even realize it, he talks away with his arm still around me. I'm not sure what to do here. When his thumb absently strokes my shoulder, my core clenches at the feeling of his heat radiating to my back, and my eyes flutter closed.

Jeez, he smells so good. Like small trees and something fresh and outdoorsy. His body is so big and hard, yet toasty warm. With one arm, he has me wrapped up tight. Not just now even when we were in the car also at the explosions I realize after a time that hand and that voice on my ears was him

Moreover, I like it. A handful of erotic scenarios run through my head. Fox throwing me on the bed and telling me he's going to take me right there. Fox pushing me to my knees and challenging me to make him hard. Fox joining me in the too-small shower, soaping up my body. Fox bending me over the-

"hello!!"

Rudely ripping me from my delicious thoughts. Whoa. Totally need to give it a rest with the erotic stories. ...But I like them!

My face falls and I mutter, "Sorry didn't hear you"

finally, he let me go and move around to the duffel bag on the floor, I don't know what was in there but I want to know so I just sat on the bed watching him, as he opened the zipper and there were a clothes and small bags and weapons a lot of weapons

My heart stutter when I saw the weapons, hell if I can escape from here, this man is so dangerous and he loved weapons as if they were his girlfriend, they are so clean and shiny, then he pulled out a T-shirt a big T-shirt. We have clothes, or he has clothes and pants even boxers he was fully prepared, did he knew that will happen

"you knew from the begging that will happen don't you? That's why you are fully equipped and that why you came to my room" his hand still grasping the shirt, he takes a few steps toward me. His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing, his nostrils flaring as he burning me with his anger that makes my blood run cold.

"I, uh... I didn't mean..." Pulling my legs back "I do" he cut me, and pause still daggering me with his eyes

"and you were very near from death when I ran into you" he utters before pointing to his side to his bleeding wound. "This was gifted to you sweetheart, but you were lucky or stupid enough to not taking it"

Those words stall me as my stomach sinks. I gape at him. Dead? I'm supposed to be dead; but he risks himself and takes that bullet That panic surfaces again so quickly that I can feel it viciously rising, bile burning my throat.

I was engrossed in being dead, I am not social I haven't many people in my life, and one friend and my family, so why all this mess, at the first every gang want to kidnap me and now they want my head, what I did to deserve this

"Why everyone wants me dead, what I did to deserve death" I pause scripting mentally the most important question "why you take a bullet for me" He stares at me, still standing just near his bag, his hands in his pocket, his stance full of ease. He's not at all uncomfortable having this conversation.

Does anything bother him?

"I'm not sure yet and because I couldn't in good conscience let you eat that bullet"

I stare at him as those words sink in. Ignoring the fact that he is my kidnapper, I feel a peculiar sense of relief. If what he says is true, that makes him my savior... my knight in shining armor, even if I refuse to buy into being the damsel in distress.

He turns with his shirt walking to the bathroom, my eyes dart to the bag on the floor, yes maybe he saved my life but I can't believe him yet, there's a lot behind that appealing face

I crawl to the bag in the corner of the room. I try lifting it but it's heavy, so I do what any other lazy person would do. I tip it upside-down as the contents spill out all over the place.

The sound of the shower starting giving me few minutes to snoop through Fox's things. Quick as I can, I spread it all out and look down wide-eyed in wonder.

How the hell did all this fit into that small bag? When he back all this

There are approximately five sets of Fox's clothes, deodorant, new toothbrushes and toothpaste, something that looks like a mini electronic tablet, USB sticks, and my eyes widen even more when I spot the collection of switchblades.

It looks like a hunting knife, running my hand down the back of the blade, Fox says in an eerie calm, "Not planning to take me out, are ya, princess?"

my heart beating noise fell the silence between us, I'm just staring at him, my mind shut down I don't know what to say or even how I think

Fox in a towel.

in a towel stalking towards me.

His frame is so big that he can't even wrap the small towel around his waist, With every step he takes, I see more of his muscular thigh. His short hair dark as night and his body glisten with drops of heavenly dew.

Sweet baby Jesus. Is it hot in here?

I'm burning up. My heart rate escalates. Once he reaches me, he bends down to collect a new set of clothes and snatches the knife out of my hand. He's so quick with his hands that he has the knife back in its place within a second.

Eyes still trained on the blade, I whisper, "I want you to teach me how to use this."

His rumbling laughter fills the room. "Yeah, I don't think so"

"Why, what if I need to protect myself from anyone like tonight while you god knows where, or even, even protect myself from you, cause all the more so I'm still"

"You won't need it" his expression shifts. It's like he's been doused in gasoline, washing away every other feeling as fire sparks inside of him. I can see it in his eyes, the bright blue hue darkening, as they narrow, turning cloudy and murky, like a storm is waging. My muscles grow taut as he takes a sudden step toward me. I instinctively want to step back, but I can already feel the bed edge on the back of my legs.

"Remember what I told you before," he asks, his voice low, "no one can lay a finger on you as well as no soul can save you from me"

No, of course not.

I stare into those eyes, cursing myself for upsetting him. He says nothing, just staring back, his expression as hard as stone. Seconds pass, seconds that feel like they last a lifetime before a knock on door catches my attention.

And his too

In less than a minute his fingers tense around the gun and take careful steps to the door, the air was hushed tell three slow steady knocks on the door filled my ears, Fox suddenly downed the gun but still in his veiny arm

all I do is stare like a stupid at what happens, he opens the door and Rider were standing there with a shopping bag in his hand and smile in his face, the difference was the plastic bad thrown to Fox while the smile was for me.

"You okay, lapochka" my brows hanged up, lapo-what?

Before I give my answer, Fox voice mutter something in his strange language, slam the door on Rider's face and take the bottles with the plastic bag marching to the bathroom

I frowned as I can't keep my curiosity down I followed him since the door was still open I can take a peek, what if he was totally naked, I don't mind looking too

no, I won't

Maybe a little

he set up shop in the bathroom putting joggers, well that was so fast and one bottle in his hands which I assume it is alcohol but all that seems fine to me but what didn't hit my understanding is when he pours the liquor on his body

"What're you doing?"

"Making a mess," pouring the bottle of alcohol over the open wound that is now bleeding. "Fuck that sting."

I can't stand still like that watching his failed attempted to reach his bleeding side, besides I should let him know that I'm grateful, I'm not going to act like a bitch just like him

"Here let me help you." I push his hand away. My stomach clenches from nerves, my heart hammering hard in my chest, steady solid eyes scanning me, his eyes like possessed with a demon, no, he is a demon

He cocks up his brow, "are you playing nurse now", I'm shaking like leaf in a storm under his eyes, but I should pay him that debt

"Nah, I'm beyond grateful for saving my life but I don't like debts" his eyes wide for a moment and washed away back to his cold blank expression

"And do you think nursing will make us even" no joke no kidding sign on his face, just dead serious sign hanged on his face, he always has an answer for every question, which makes me frustrated to death because sometimes I'm trapped and don't know what to say

"Maybe we can, just if you start to teach me how to start" he still soundless, which is unlike him usually he will strangle me for fighting back and call me his favorite word 'brat'

all this stubborn because she doesn't like debts, so do I, that's why she is here because she is my debt and I won't let her go tell I pay is all

My breath hitched, I was a little shocked when he handing me the bottle of vodka and lean against the sink, He pulls slightly at the skin to open the wound.

"Just pour that on and then glue me up." can't take my eyes from that blood ooze from the hole in his skin, "Is this really safe?"

"Okay." She grits her teeth as if she's the one getting burning alcohol poured all over open wound, but I've suffered worse so I tip my head back and bite the inside of my cheek as she sets my side on fire.

"Looks bad," I comments. Near to puke on him, when it's come to blood I'm the worst person in dealing with it and add to the list syringes

A cool air hits my side, causing me to glance down. She's blowing little puffs of cool relief onto my wound.

a silence, I thought he lose his consciousness but he still on his feet, so I look up at him and I saw him gazing at me intently from my reflection in the mirror, I feel my blood pump to my face, what wrong with him?

The sight of her so close to my groin is setting something else afire. I grab for some tissue, start dabbing at the wound so we can glue it up, and end this before it turns to along disaster night.

That hole wasn't the first, his torso was packed with scars, old scars, I'm not astounded that seems like the normal thing for a man like Fox

"Now glue me shut" I waggle the bottle at her. Nodding, she pulls the cap off. "Dab a thin line on both sides of the wound"

But one was exceptional, not like the others in his heart covered with tattoo

Carefully, she spreads the glue in place and then I squeeze the flesh together, hissing a little as glue strings. I slap a gauze strip over it and hand her the tape. As she winds the tape around my waist, her breasts touch my back and that—combined with the touch of her soft hands

"Let me finish up," he offered to take the tape from me "No, I got it,"I said

With a shaking hand, I touch the skin there. Just before I reach him, I rear back realizing what I was just about to do. As I lower my face and try to turn away, Fox grasps my hand but didn't still on the puckered and mutilated flesh on his chest.

It feels surprisingly soft under my fingertips. Touching the soft small hair, that's my first time touching anyone or to be exact a man, I always disgusted at the idea of touching their bodies especially the hair, but no it's totally something else

I stare at her grits her teeth as if she's the one getting aching, she doesn't she makes sure she's well away from my lower region. It doesn't matter. Just her nearness is making me dizzy with arousal and want

His stomach clenches and contracts. I'm not sure if this is in discomfort or pain, so I pull my fingers away from him, There are no words. I'm speechless.

My heart aches.

He's A'hole. A huge A'hole. But I wouldn't wish this on anybody. I want to say something but the words just don't come. What can you possibly say to in situations like that?

the look in her eyes make my hunger swell like crazy hurricane about to explode if she didn't cut her crap, and I will fail to keep my promise in keeping her save

What happened?

How was it, was it hurt? ... crap

maybe she gives the look of inexperience and naïveté at the first impression, but she burying something else inside something new no one knew about just her, and I can easily tell from the color changes in her eyes, and that color enough to tell me there's a beast inside.

 you wanna talk about it?

When? why? How? all are useless

I open my mouth but he cut me

"Nothing," I say and then nearly run to get out of the bathroom. I flop down on the sofa wishing I had at least a couple of those bottles of vodka down my throat instead of on my side. I'm going to need something so I don't think about having sex with this girl every five seconds.

"You can have the bed." huh, no thanks or anything, he is laying on the sofa checking on his phone

Fine

 

 

Chapter 20 .... Hot Sin

Like a ghost

 

I climb to the bed, he is noiseless busy on his phone typing something, as we talk;  two things that Fox never let out of his sigh or let me say three, his phone, gun, and me. 

For minutes I completely forget about how I can call Mathew and my mind filled with definitely not answered questions and all of it running about the hot mysterious man, Fox

I sighed but stop in the middle of the process, my lungs packed with air as my chest still puffed up, I regret taking that breath because it was a smelly and I know where that came from

Pull my shirt to my nose, yak, I'm nasty

I need to take shower but I have nothing to put on and sure, I won't sleep with those on, but ... what I may possibly wear

"A, um" my sound came roughly like if I just finished my cigarette, that was enough to pull his eyes to I... personally, his look was enough to make my taste sour

"I, um, I have to take a shower" I don't know why I stutter, it's too embarrassing at the fact to tell a hot stranger a private things

I know some say showering is not a 'private' but the part ' I stink' or 'can I use your clothes'. I don't know how to sketch that

he watched me with one brow up, I don't know what he's scanning; if I'm telling the truth, that no need because my smell leave the whole bugs in the room laying suffocated on the floor

Normally I don't need to take a permission to take shower, in fact, I don't know why I do all this moreover his eyes make the situation creepier

"So you want me to what? Clean you up" his lips twitched in his famous evil smirk

My jaw kiss the floor and the circulation trapped on my face, I didn't see that answer coming at all, that was enough because he throws his phone and sat on the sofa, his gaze never left me nor that evil smirk

"I'll be happy to help you know" I was wrong again, I forgot I'm talking with the Satan

"No, I'm asking you because I need clothes dumbo, and obviously I don't have any, besides I will never sleep like so smelly and full of dirt, I need that shower"

at the time I finished my lecture he was right before me with a dead face, when my mind works again, I gulped and take a step back

"What did you just called me" his voice was calm, but calm has never held the mean of comforting it always embraces disaster

it's the cool before the storm, the most worse I don't remember what I said, my mind searching and throwing all the dialogues I've said since I was a child, I am stupid that is a global fact no one can change it

I try to figure out quickly but it's hard to focus with the moment he needling me with his eyes, I mean c'mon I always call him names, why that touch him, is he has a child hostility issue, well that will be an issue even to me, no one like hostility

"You don't want me to ask again" with no hesitation, I shake my head

I would never ask him to repeat, that face is the second, no third, Nah, it was maybe the fourth or tenth thing on his list that inflames him

"No, don't, you will add fire to the fuel, just give me a moment, I try to focus on what.."

"It's 'add fuel to the fire'" I stopped taking his words in.

That makes sense, no one pour fire, wait, did I said that, I look at his face, my eyes widen its like watching the bloody moon or any unique phenomena, all that fury gone and replaced with a smile not smirk a smile even its petite but god that makes him more hotter and younger

No, he is not even near my age, from this closeness, I can see the small white lines are mixed with dark hair in his beard, The wrinkles in the angle of his hooded eyes.

 in point of fact I'm not sure if he is even in the line of twenties not in the middle maybe the end of it, maybe in thirties, I'm not sure. 

he's  complicated, eager, he is calm, realistic, and lifelike, he is the kind of boring dull you know

"You should smile often, its suit you more than the grouchy face of yours" my voice sound enchanted by his charm, he was like stripping me with his eyes

I clear my throat when I realize that I'm melting like chocolate under the hot sun, the differences he is a hot Sin

His face backed with amusement as he flavored it with one brow up "you do it again"

I can fight the shiver that runs in my spin from his cold voice, it's more whispering with masculine and as close as he packed my nose and my lung with his aroma

My voice suddenly dropped like temperature in winter mirroring his, "Do what?"

He didn't answer just staring at me, and I don't have time or body or mind to evaluate anything

The sign in my head hanged again ... 

'gone fishen'

He stepped more close, common sense tells me to run from this creepy situation but I can't pull a muscle, I didn't move, I can't, I don't want

His cold long big fingers caress the hair down to my ear and I'm shaky and edgy, goosebumps start running in every inch of my soul and it feels ... new, that was too much to bear my eyes shut and my body has gone blazed

Not long until I felt his hot breathy voice on my ears "for the first time you were right"

I open my eyes, am I!! That not a usual thing I hear from him, I'm silly and unwise I hear those words 24/7

He stepped away from me, and that evil look come flooding back, " um, you stink"

Now, I'm craving to dig a hole and hid in

with no more he walked to his bag watching it thoughtfully, like he did nothing like he never created a mess, make me feel mess, I know he is messing with me and I know I shouldn't draw it, but I can't help because I'm weak or I forced but because I like it and I know I'm stupid enough to buy it, from a playful and dangerous man like him

His voice cut me out of my thought muttering something enough for me to hear, "My pants. Fuck no. Won't fit. My boxers you can maybe wear as shorts. They'll be loose as fuck"

My neck got hot and scratchy. The flush reaching all the way up to my skin.

That's official, he is A'hole

I can't see his face, all I see is his wide hulking back and the following way of his tattoo from his chest, it's more like bird a big bird, half of its wing goes to his arm and some of in his back , I never seen tattoo before I've always wanted to have one, just like his, It's remarkable

He turns makes a face "My shirts, they'll be more like nightie on you." and toss it to me, and since I was busy tracing his tattoo or maybe the muscles on his back too, the shirt slap my face that make me earn a chocked nose laugh from him

With no more games and fun, I balled the shirt and headed to the bathroom, and I didn't escape his voice before I close the door "fifteen minutes princess" I rolled my eyes, okay captain

I'm in an army camp not kidnapped, he is much more like my father, all his chats are just orders, do that, don't do that, you are not allowed to do this blah blah.

to tell the truth, I never point the finger at him because that's what old military man do, throwing commands, but this man is far from an army, the illegalness overflowing his blood, he do that just to feel satisfied, fed on people weakness, at least that the way I see it.

I don't care if his friends see him as a hero, but all I see is anonymity, secrecy, and dead heart, but what killing me is why that dead man saved me today, and most killing is till now I don't why I'm here

And at the end I did as I was told, fifteen minutes, I attack the water, luckily I find hot water, I need nothing more than hot water to wash everything, I put some shampoo on my hair I found and his smell filled my nostril

The idea smelling like him and dress his shirt was so amatory, It's strange to me why he is not smelly like the other bad guys like that stupid sick Frank or Mr.Stainy, he was fitting the picture of filthy men, fat, dirty and full marked face and old, but Fox was handsome, fit and yes old not much like Frank but still older, and-

wait, what I'm thinking, my mind decayed

I knew it

That's his fault if he wasn't here if he didn't take off his shirt if he keeps some save distance nothing would happen to my brain

I dry myself and take his shirt, pull it in front of me checking it, he was right it will be like a dress on me, fortunately, it was black, I were no bra no pants and that will be so obvious, and better for everyone to keep hundred meter safety distance

The shirt was rich with his aroma, and I can't push the lure away, and again the black thought rush to my mind, I need seriously to stop reading those erotic stories

As we say, I know he wants me. I've seen the way he looks at me. It's clear he thinks I'm pretty—and naïve.

he needs me he needs to use me and If I'm his favorite fuck toy, he'll keep me on his side and protect me. that's why he keeps saving me because he wants me for his purpose.

He wants me.

What if I try to use this man, for my good, like everyone uses me for their good?, Just like he's nothing

As long as I can use it against him

I'm too stupid to do anything and he will take that chance to use me, that can't happen, and I need to act. I take a deep breath, gather my bravery, and open the door

silent!!

I popped my head; take a quick peek, he still laying on the couch, okay, I can do it, it's just a bare leg. not a big deal

He relaxes on the couch and pulls the blanket over himself. He looks exhausted, and part of me feels a little bad that he bleed so much and go through hell. 

The scared part of me doesn't care though, on the other hand, my mind screaming at me to run over to him and shake him awake and protect me from the world.

Nope, I'm fine, Yes, I'm fine, I shoot him a suspicious look, but his eyes are closed and his face is relaxed as he sleeps.

Good

Now, I'm clean, I'm clothed and no Fox. I should be feeling human now, more relaxed. Instead, I'm shaking with fear, I climbed the bed and tug the sheets tighter around me, still looking at him sleeping peacefully.

if run from here frank definitely will find me I'm going to end up in a whorehouse if I go home my stepmom will drag me to frank with her hands, If I tell Fox the truth, though, will he care?

I'm struck how Fox has become the only safe thing in my life, and my shelter to hide    

 

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chapter 21... Photo and its Copy

Pee

no, 

I don't want to pee

*squirm*

no please I just slept I don't want to open my eyes, please

*squirm*

ough, fine

I get up but back to bed like rubber, I feel like moving into something firm, my eyes flutter open. 

I try to turn, but it seems I have seatbelts around. Looking down, I see the seatbelt is actually a muscular arm cinched around my waist.

In a minute I'm fully awake, I realize someone is breathing into my neck and cemented to me. Deeper to my butt.

When I hear HIM whine in his sleep, my eyes widen. "Is that what I think it is?"

My brain drooling texting me, "no need to urinate, we have a hard-on pressed against our ass and a delicious man in our bed. I'm out." Then the sign hanged again.

Gone fishen

My heart races and I swallow hard. The polite thing to do would be to push of his arm and get out of bed, but I'm so darn that I just can't find the will to do that. In addition, my bladder will explode anytime

His arms strong, he pressed up against me as if I'm his giant teddy bear.

I'll never admit it to anyone, ever, but I like Fox. I don't know what it is about him. For all I know, I have Stockholm syndrome.

My brain rolls its eyes at me muttering, "Yeah. Whatever."

Okay. Fine. I don't have Stockholm syndrome.

His wiggles behind me stopped the fight between my brain and I, Then he loosens his hold completely before standing quickly and making his way to the bathroom.

Holy crap

The bathroom

"Wait" I cry, throwing the sheets in the air and squirm/run  to the bathroom 

I was about to make it in before he put his hand like a stick in the ass stopping me from getting in

I can't hold more so I dropped the act, "what!!!", I scream in his face, polite my ass

"Why to rush babe" he knows why I'm here the tease on his face telling that, but he decided to play jerk from early a.m.

"Oh please" straighten up my coiled form and throw my hands on my hips, "why do you think people need the bathroom, huh"

wiggling my brow, he starts this game if he wants to tease he must take the consequences

his hand still blocking the door as he leans closer to me, I can't help but taking few steps back and my back meet the cold wall make my bladder crying more "I don't know, you tell me"

that's it

he knows I won't say anything but I will do whatever it takes to pee

I gave him sip from the same cup, as I lean forward; "you really wanna know" a flash of shock run in his ice eyes, as his brows knit

Yes,  take that... A'hole

Play my fingers on his bare chest, I know he hates anyone touch him, but all I want is ... Annoyance

My brain cheers ecstatically when his arm let go the knob, I took the chance and open the door screaming, "To do businesses"

in addition, I take my time, hell with his timing, in fact, this is the first time I use the bathroom without him counting as if I was a boom not human 

I know that's so creepy

like nothing happened, I open the door calmly play like him, make a disaster party and play cool like his ice

thanks to you master

I flinched a little when I found him still leaning on the door waiting for me with that smirk on, okay, I guess enough playing I don't plan to go that far with him, he is Satan and I don't know what he could do

So I downed my head and walk silently to the bed, I guess "so you were awake" I stopped dead in my place, I don't dare to turn because my face was like tomato, I don't know what that means

The door closed as the shower turns on, I sighed in relief

Huh, what he thinks himself, actually I don't know what brought him from his sofa to stuck at my ass, and it wasn't that good in fact not good even a little, I've experimented better

my mind rolled his eyes again, I palmed my forehead, who I'm kidding, This idiot airhead messing with my brain more and more every day

I need to stay away from him; I don't want to get infected by his allure

I look at the bed, I don't feel going back sleeping. It's no fun without him anyways, I mean it's already morning

ough... god help me

"princess"

A'hole

princess my butt, I knew he won't drop it, I won't turn nope I will never look even if I'm dying to steal a glance to see how it looks like, you know how big?

Shut it, no, no you don't want to do that, my brain advising me 'girl, believe me, you don't want to look at his junk!'

Maybe I want

No

I ignore my burning cheeks and reply "what?" my voice was showing enough annoyance

"boxers"

I rolled my eyes, he took all his clothes except boxers how smart that was, Fox is just a fox, walk to his bag rolling up a black pair, I throw it at him, and as soon as he catches them, he slams the door shut.

While I was having my conflicts, the door open, And there I am, staring at his fabric-covered pee-pee.

Oh for the love of- no seriously god thank you for that ... help

I don't know why I turned in the first place, I was okay with my back to the bathroom, my innocent eyes decayed

"Like what you see?"

Oh god!

He just caught me looking at his junk!

Shrugging nonchalantly, and replay, "Not really", the butthead smiles. A huge-butt smile, I love that freakin' smile. And the A'hole wears it well

"shower before breakfast"

as if I was a child, he can't stop this orders, even if I want to take a shower but I will not do it, first because his scent crammed the bathroom and to me it's too poisonous to my brain and I'm done with his orders, and I'm so hungry too care.

I spray myself with his deodorant in the bag, "Nah. I'm good to Let's go." he pinned me with the icy eye

"You're not going out like that", his words fire from gritted teeth, I stare at him like an idiot, "Put somethin' else on."

is this man idiot, I don't have anything to wear, what else I can put on

"Do I need to remind you that I don't have anything but this?" Walking up to me, he pinches the tank between his fingers annoyingly "This is not appropriate for out."

It's not as if I have many choices, Lifting his hands to his head, he rubs his temples slowly as if he's getting a headache and mutters, "if you fucken lean down I will see your-, your fine ass"

I open my mouth and close it don't know what to say, how he can say something like that and that easily, I'm sure my face read as hell

He breathes deeply and wakes away so I don't care where, and I don't want to look, I don't know why he said that to help or to make me feel like crap, I jumped when I felt a big arms circling me from behind

I look down and his arms were tying the sleeves of his jacket around my waist, my brain was absorbed on his breaths fanning the back of my neck

God help me

That is Fox I can't understand what or why he does anything

huh, I can't believe it, Fox and prude?

His frame is so big, I'm burning up. My heart rate escalates. Why I'm so affected by him? is it because I was sheltered blinded from all these new feelings, and all this new make me every day scared of my hanger getting higher

"let's go" he gave my shoulders few taps as if I was his dude, and walk out

As soon as we're out, Fox closes the door and pulls me close to him. He does this so quickly that I stumble and wrap my arm around his waist for support.

shakily, I lift my eyes looking at him confused, what he is up to

His eyes darken through his smile, he leans forward until we're nose to nose. Splaying his large hands on my hips, he pulls my body close until we're flush with each other.

His mouth, a hairs-breadth away from mine. His breath warms my lips when he utters, "We're newlyweds, remember? When we're out, always be touchin' me, your hands in mine, or some sentimental fuck like that."

Ugh! Jackass!

Rolling my eyes, he laughs through his nose" Oh c'mon princess, instead of thinking of escaping me to your fuck boy, enjoy your moment out with me" my eyes practically roll on the floor, how? How he knows that I'm planning to run to Mathew

"how?" He frowns and gives me a strange look. Slowly, his hands come up to rest on my shoulders, they're warm. I wonder if his mouth is too. I lick my bottom lip and his eyes track my tongue.

"I can read you easily princess; all your emotions are on your face for all to see." I frowned at his words

 in fact, I'm too stunned, my dad used to tell me that my emotions on my face so I can't lie to him because I can't lie

How Fox is so much like him, I mean people could have some same stuff, but my dad and Fox are like a photo and its copy

He pushes my back gently. Then take my hand in his and talk the lead

This man is all business.

Shut up and stop thinking about him. Be smart for once. Listen to me.    

 

chapter 22...The Vow

The dinging of the bell above the door made my soul twitch down to my knees

newlywed couple my butt.

Grin and happy. No one would guess we're a victim and her kidnapper. I can feel the pins and needles running along my spin cause I'm are here to get breakfast with your kidnapper in public like that something usual and every kidnapper and victim do this every day

My inside wants to shake everyone's shoulder gain his or her attention or even yell 'help me, this man abducted me, I'm not his wife I'm his prey'

I think Fox notice the tension because I almost get whiplash when he pulls me into the same side as him.

Close... too close

for the million time I grunt annoyed of his big hand on my hips, moved my fingers to him try to get his hands off or at least lose the grip, I can't sustain this drama anymore it messes with my brain and he takes advantage of the moment

He places his lips at the shell of my ear and whispers, "do it again and I might just put my hand in place you don't want to be touched, princess."

Okay

That undoubtedly shut me up.

A pretty waitress in her young age with blonde hair made as messy bun reaches our table, her honey brown eyes scan us, " I know it's none of my businesses, but I can't stop myself from asking, are you-"

"Oh, We sure are", mentally I hit my head on the table and tug my hair, Fox passes on a brilliant smile and holds his free hand out

"I'm Eric, and this my lovely cutie-pie", I'm restraining myself from falling down laughing, from Fox to Eric and 'cutie-pie'

Waw, well that's not bad in fact I'm little taken aback by the fact of his dull old mind can come up with some syrupy talk

This man should have a job in Hollywood

Still shaking Fox's hand, as if I wasn't here, she was melting like a piece of ice and he was fucking her with his eyes

for a moment before they drafted to the papers in her hand "oh, so sweet, she is really lucky" she whispers her words enough for me and 'Mr. Eric' to hear, oh dear lord just if she knows how lucky I am, I can trade her and she can show me how she will handle one day in his cage

Okay I think that's enough, I just can't help myself "oh yeah, I'm his luckiest cutie-pie, right babe"

Crap, why I said that?

Am I jealous now?

Huh, Not at the least

Fox finally lets her hand go; he looks like he wants to devour me. His gaze is hot and smoldering – intimidating as hell. Smirk shines his buttface, "by all means"

My heart hammers hard in my chest, his words were like to me more than anyone else to catch, I can't even nod

Hair-raising silence, I didn't realize I was hungry until the smell of bacon wafted up into my nose. The first bite confirms it. I'm starved. I finish my plate of eggs, bacon. he's watching me while sipping his coffee and a look of disbelief crosses his features

His lip twitches, and without a word, he moves his plate forward. He didn't eat his pancakes, I douse the pancakes with butter and syrup, licking my fingers all the while, then start wolfing them down.

his eyes still screaming the look of 'where the fuck does it all go'

but who cares what he thinks now, I was busy chowing, giving him cold shoulders enjoying my peaceful time

all break off, when I become aware of two things at the same moment, the bell dinging and, the gun all set under the table, which I don't know what the need, are we attacked again

oh please can't we have day off. Please

"Looks like someone has a good time" I lift my eyes to look and it was a man that I've never seen before, I think he is not from here

his accent agrees, he pulls a chair and join us while his two meaty guards standing like guarding angels behind him

I turned to Fox to ask, I stay put holding on my dear life, don't say anything don't breath don't blink just play dead

The man was seated next to me wasn't Fox, his eyes are dark, the blue like midnight in the dim lighting. It's like seeing him for the first time, nope that's not him, a devil, the devil that own his eyes surfaced out and shaped on his skin.

His face, hang a sign of better to avoid, quote from Mel, 'utterly shit'

His hand clutch on mine, now, I'm face to face with a new, not hideous but terrifying chilling I can sense the death in his gaze, Nothing compared to what I see in his eyes but being greeted by an entirely different creature. He awakens the animal inside of him

A monster, a demon

Something in these eyes telling me someone will die... horribly

"Sergei", that wasn't greeting, that was a grunt with fangs, I can tell that man his old pal

The man turned to me, "Hi, lapochka"

lapo- what?

Wait, I heard this word before

Rider, used to say it as a thing between us but I never know the meaning of it; he always promise to tell me but he never did, before I do anything or even blink, Fox answered instead with another scary roar

"Wait, what you American says" he pauses, playing like he searching for the word "Da" "chill, bro"

Okay, that man needs listens in English because that sounds horrible

"I'm not your fucken bro"

It's dangerously stillness, just deadly dialogues between Fox and his friend, "you didn't change, still do not like me" the man is super nice and tease, and the icy Fox is boiling

"Neither you", pause, "you still loyal as dogs".

Fox 1

Mr. ugly 0

 he murmured few words in his odd language, but I think Fox get them I can tell from the scorching tone 

Here and now, I'm dying to know who that man is? To bring all this tension, have so much effect on the ice king

In view of the fact that I can't get a word, I'll give them their personal space and go back to my pancakes

As if Fox had enough, he blustered asking, "so why the fuck he sent you to me"

The man faces drop-dead serious, looking at Fox in the eye, "I'm here to see if you like his gift yesterday, or not"

My finger stopped halfway to my mouth; the syrup seep down my hand, my eyes wide, yesterday was like hell, but how this man knew what did happen yesterday?

I winced when I felt Fox squashing my fingers in his hand, I know he doesn't intend for it and I know he is steamy angry

"it looks like you did liked it" the man mocked with an evil grin, " he was just showing appreciation "

The man stands up, still measuring Fox with his eyes, "if I were you, I will act wisely and take that task, for your own good" he pauses and looks at me throwing a filthy smile "and hers, and happy end"

"tell Sergei, If I were him, I will  hide in hell and shove that fucken task in his fucken ass and happy end"

Okay

Looks like those people had a different definition of happy end

With no more happiness, the man with his bodyguards' leaves, but the tension still in the air

I don't know what to do or what to say, if I say anything I'm dead, so I play dumb and go back to my pancakes and the seepy syrup and how I make my happy syrupy end

"Go to the bathroom" I snap my head up, looking at Fox with brow almost run off my face, "beg your pardon"

"Go. To. The. Fucking bathroom." I frowned, why should I do that, I don't feel like using it now, besides yesterday he told me to go to the bathroom and day of reckoning go on

I open my mouth to ask but as always, he has the wheel, "If you don't want to die, do it"

Pause "and don't lock in"

Okay that's freaky, His face gave no chance for negotiation, I stand up to try to turn my back on the feeling inside, it scares me to death and I know it's not good and I believe it because that grounded in facts and I don't like these facts as I don't like the gun that in Fox's hand neither that man

turn back to him, looking at his eyes his face there was nothing just the usual blank and cold, and that didn't do any good, instead, make me feel worse than I might throw up all my stomach out

"If anything-" I swallow my words not because I'm afraid, but because I don't want to say or hear any disaster, I had my enough and this situation, not the best

"You, you will be there as every time you do, right?" 

I don't know why, but the words were drooling out, I can't really tell if I should trust this man, but I have no choice no one right now just him, and it's shocking that I could feel safe with him around for  

he is not in any part of the word 'save', he is dangerous, secretive, creepy, but if he says he will make sure you're safe to take it as a vow

Maybe that what makes me feel better in this hell, and that's why right now I need to hear it from him, I need to make him say that vow, but the answer was new

He was very silent frowning reading me intently, and I let him search maybe he will  find whatever he wants to know, all need is his vow

 

His lips part, as if he's taking a sharp intake of breath, and he blinks. For a fraction of a second, he looks lost somehow, which I don't know and it's freaking me out even more

"I don't have many choices"

what that means

 His expression is poker-faced, but his words... it's like he's saying something else entirely. It's baffling

My stomach coils. I'm not sure what to do, what to say, what to think. At the moment, I'm not sure of anything. I know what will come will not be good, I can feel it and after this days with him, I can recognize that look, the look telling me this telling me nothing is okay,

I glance that way, seeing a lot of happiness, love, family. In addition, If anything went wrong I will be the responsible for ruining their lives, the reason behind take their happiness from her or him

to me I have nothing to lose

Still, I don't want to die

 

chapter 23...Chort

My heart is pounding so hard I'm afraid anyone can hear it, My hand grasps the knob and turns as soon as I get there, the bathroom was big and crystal clear nothing and so clean the floor is eye-blinding white, nothing weird nothing suspicious

Turning around, I'm about to head out, when I nearly run straight into the body blocking the doorway. It startles me so much I scream, a high-pitch shriek, as my knees nearly give out

the man from before is standing there, eyeing me filthily, what is he doing here? Wait, I saw him getting out the coffee shop why he's here and now? How he even know that I'll be here and at this moment?

"You scare easily," he says.

I gather myself even the ground beneath me knows how much I'm shaking, "what do you want"

"Relax, I just coming to check the catch", he points to the guards to leave us alone.

Him and me

"I always know Chort has a special taste in women, but I never expect him to catch a golden fish"

I never knew  men like him or like they don't know what that name was, is he working with Frank and he sends him here to catch me, Nah frank look like a dirt mouse comparing to this man but who is he I've got nothing to do this man neither frank

God, what's going on

"I don't know what you are talking about", his back his head roaring a scary laugh echo in the walls

I tuck myself back further into my corner, doing my best to look frightened. I'm not; my brain is still numb.

"Da, you know,", "I'm talking about your boy your devil"

Fox is Chort

"are you his friend?" I asked blindly, I want to know what this man has to do with us

"friend!!" he snorts, "Nyte, family"

a family, I knew that Fox wasn't any good, but knowing he is part of this people is shocking, I thought Dan, and Rider and the others his family 

"Come," he says to me, and he flicks his hand in my direction.

I don't move. I refuse to. I watch him with wary eyes instead. The man steps forward, approaching me. His hand is out, but I don't take it. I know he's trying to look not-scary but it's failing. His eyes are too cold, too gleeful.

Then, he's standing right in front of me. "Please don't hurt me," I whisper since I know he wants to hear something like that.

I need to do something other than hiding. But what?

Gun

I kicked his leg but that wasn't fast or good enough to that gun. I knew he would. I've made a stupid mistake, and now I will pay. I try fleeing, but he's too fast. His arm slam me into the wall

The man reaches me "I see why Chort is so obsessed. Your cunt must be tight", I recoil, staring up at him in horror.

Chort

that's the only warning I get before his hand slams into my face. The world tilts as black stars explode behind my eyes, followed by pain. I reel and stagger, trying to remain upright, remain conscious.

His hard hand grasps my hair, forcing me to stare into icy eyes; he opens his mouth to say something but all go off

BOOM. The door was kicked in. he was standing there with his glory

Tuk, Tuk, Tuk

The noise of blood dripping from the knife in his hands is the only spoken words now

So I'm here, as bait

Tuk, Tuk...

First blood

Something tells me that not the last.

A woman appears from now where screaming and darted toward the hallway, screaming in same strange language rushed out after her and like a lion catching prey, he showed up again with one arm around her neck and the other one the bloody one still holding that knife

His form tells me that's him, that's Fox

But the truth is he is not ... Not the least

Monster is a small thing comparing what in his eyes

The woman was screaming at the man behind me in strange words, I can't get what she says but her face was packed with terror and storm of emotions, tears rain of tears

Why I don't cry as she does

I can't feel or maybe I don't want to, these days teach me to shut it down for everyone good for my good, but now I'm too busy staring at the man before me he looks well-known but I don't know him at all.

"Let her go"

for a moment I felt like what he is talking about I totally forgot that the woman before me is just a mirror to my situation the difference is her blond hair and Fox have a knife while the man with a gun

Gun and knife what in hell Fox thinking, did he forgot his brain somewhere there? this man is crazy he will shot me and him too and his knife won't do any good

Raising his calm and steady eyes to meet Fox's frenzied ones "This can be very simple," the man called out, letting that sink in. "let go, I let go, we good"

"I don't speak with dogs"

Fox said between his teeth, his voice as if he was trying hard to leash the fire that running rampant through his veins. This time was critical. He looks poised to strike, anticipating the kill. Any second now

This could get complicated

The air was thick. Tangible

and Fox won't let it go

at that moment, I remembered I had something under the shirt, I took advantage of the fact that they were gesticulating and exchanging fire for hatred and I pulled my hand very slowly to settle at the fork in my waist 

the time with Fox teach me to no trust even myself and always be ready for the worst, and I knew it at that moment when he told me to go to the bathroom that nothing good will happen.

"Nyet, ty ne khochesh'--" he cut by the sight of his girl collapse on the floor out cold,  both I and the man couldn't apprehend what happened.

I felt his fist tightened on my hair, and I knew that's my turn to be dead on the floor. but I don't want to die.

all I know after that is the taste of adrenaline in my tongue and I pulled the fork and dig it in the man's shoulder, after that I found myself thrown on the floor and the man under Fox's mercy

"I warned you, you motherfucker!" He was blind. The only bloodlust consumed his vision

all happened in a blink, the knife plunged it straight into the base of the man's neck to meet his right shoulder. he let out an inhuman scream. like that wasn't enough, he pulled the knife out and blood sprayed across his arm, chest, and neck. Fox's head swayed and his nostrils flared. again he brought the knife down again, this time toward the back of the neck to separate the spinal cord

The man chokingly screamed and screamed and screamed under Fox's hand, but he didn't flinch he was drunk with power and pure male satisfaction

the knife once again plunged deep. The man no longer made sounds. He just bled and ripped apart under Fox's knife.

Fox's thoughts returned to me, I stepped back  all I want is to protect myself  from this creature, I don't know this man, this is not the Ice King, this, not Fox ....this is monster    

"stop" I paused don't really know what to say I'm shivering panting like crazy, "don't, just don't"

god, I can't believe that I killed this man, yes he was an ass, but he didn't deserve to die like this, and that wouldn't happen if I didn't stab him, but I would be dead

ough

I can't stay here any longer, my feet take their way to the door. now, I know the source of the blood drops that hummed, the bodies were thrown behind the door bodies of bodyguards for that man

the air packed with a foul metallic smell, the smell of blood, The feeling of nausea seemed to be difficult to break. Difficult to push back and forget

I needed air. My lungs are crying for some air

"wait" his voice came from behind, and as usual calm and cold, as if nothing happened

He grabs my hand and drags me forward before I can protest that he's touching me. "let's go."

Not this again. "Where are we going?"

"We are leaving this place." 

even in this miserable situation, Fox being Fox, no one can get a straight answer from this man, He drags me along behind him down the hall, and we make our way to the back door, it was locked, but not for long 

"Wait here."

I turn my head and watch him stalk out the door, He's moving like a hunting cat grabbing something. and then I hear a snapping noise. A man slumps to the ground at Fox's feet

how did he know that we had company?

looks in my direction and gestures quickly, impulsively, for me to follow him. I do, neatly stepping over the body. "Where are we going?"

 

"to hell"

 

chapter 24... Your Man

My brain felt clogged.

 An hour later, we still hadn't spoken. Isolation fueled the depression I desperately tried to push away. The blahs tend to multiply when you are silent for long durations. I counted the bug splatters on the windshield to pass the time

I don't want to talk to him I don't know if I am angry or not with him, but what I'm sure of is that I don't want to talk to him, and for important is I don't want to review what happened there.  

but what the most itching my tongue is his name 'Chort', it sounds like short but with rich with that accent, I have never heard anyone but that man call him that name, I mean if that his real name why he hide it and you Fox instead, beside that name not American if I am right that means Fox, not American that explains why he is so fluent and natural with Russian

maybe the best is to shut it down

I have to get away from Fox, but I didn't know how. He manhandled me every time I didn't do something he asked, which, now that I thought about it, should've been a red flag  

This guy had more than anger issues.  

 he was leaning against a payphone outside my door with his back to me.  left the stolen car running and the air conditioning on, which explained my icy-cold skin, goosebumps, and hard nipples. I turned the air conditioner down a few notches to keep from getting hypothermia and cracked open the window. 

Stolen car ... not the first time and not the only thing

That's when I heard Fox talking, "yeah, but she doesn't have a bullet hole in her head. At least not yet."

What did he mean yet?
"well, we aren't exactly on friendly terms at the moment," Fox commented. "She trusts me, though. and I'm good at this."

yeah, pretty much

He paused for a second, listening to the person on the other end. "it's her call if she wants things sealed"  

yeah I can believe that as if he giving me chance to breath

"No, nobody knows anything about her, whereabouts or where she's going"

  Who the hell was he talking about?

 "yeah, Probably in another couple of hours," Fox said. "C'mon man, She's a live one. We may have to draw straws to see who gets to shoot her first." 

Then he smirks

Since that smile appeared then nothing will be good, fear jolted through me like a high-voltage shock wave. Jesus Christ. I thought for a moment that I was safe, and I was wrong, He was going to let me die. That shrewd, double-crossing bastard!

 I knew he was a weasel  

he hung up the phone and slid into the driver's seat. "Do you need to use the restroom while we're here? We have a few hours to go before we get there."

This was my last chance to escape. "Yes, I need to go," I told him, trying to keep my voice even.

"Come on," he said, undo the car wires. "I'll walk you over there."

Shit. I hoped he'd leave the keys behind. "No, that's okay. I can walk myself."

"no", He stepped out of the car and waited at the front for me to join him.

Pressing the issue would only make him suspicious. I couldn't risk him wondering what I was up to. If I managed to get away from Fox, it would be a small miracle. He had the car and, chances were, he'd come after me in the car once he figured out I was gone. I wouldn't have much of a head start unless his fresh wound could slow him down. 

Hmmm. he was too busy scoping out the area to see what I was doing, As soon as I opened the car door, the heat slapped me in the face. It was like stepping into a hot oven

"Where are we...Hell?"

"Close.Texas"

okay.!!!

I shaded my eyes and surveyed my surroundings, mindfully planning my escape route,  We inside together and stopped outside the entrance to the ladies' room. 

"Men piss faster than women do. I'll be out" Fox said

 "I want to splash my face with some water while I'm in there. so  it'll take me a few extra minutes."

"Two minutes. Don't make me come in there to get you."

His threat irritated me, but I smiled agreeably. "Okay" 

 I walked into the bathroom but stood by the door listening to Fox's shoes clomp away. When I could no longer hear him, I peeked out to be sure he left.he was nowhere in sight, I scuttled out the door.

The moment I got outside, I sprinted for the highway. Traffic zoomed steadily by, and I had to wait for an opening to cross. I looked back and saw Fox come out of the building. He looked my direction, spotting me.

Gulp. It was now or never.  

I had an overwhelming sense of imminent danger, I shot across the highway and climbed over the concrete divider, but had to stop and wait for more vehicles to pass. that idiot made it out to the highway quicker than I did but still had to wait for his chance to pass. 

Without wasting any more time, I ran away, A white car headed straight for me the car barely slowed, zigzagged around. I rushed to the shoulder of the road and observed Fox jumping the concrete divider.  

He caught up quickly, tackled me to the ground, and straddled my waist. I immediately became eager to fight, swinging my arms and trying to scratch out his face, but he captured and pinned my wrists above my head. His red face lit with fury, his eyes filled with hostility.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"you"

I pulled my head up and tried to bite his arm.

Fox flicked me on the nose. Hard. "Damn you, if you don't stop trying to bite me, I swear I'm going to cut off your head"

all i heard is he wanted to cut off my head. "Help! He's going to kill me! Help me! Help—"

Fox muzzled me with his hand over my mouth, he seemed confused. "What the fuck's your problem?"

I started to cry, which shocked him into removing his hand from my mouth. "Please... don't kill me!" I begged.

"Is the heat fucked up your brain?"

sniffled. "You said you were going to shoot me."

"What?" Fox relaxed his grip on my wrists and allowed me to pull them free as he eased off me. We both dripped with sweat.

"listen if I want to kill you, you won't breathing now and from a long time ago, okay" 

I pull my eyes to him, he was creepy calm and no longer angry which is weird usually his temper  like a bomb fuse 

"and that man in the bath-" 

"he deserved it" like if he doesn't want to bring this subject up, that explains the silence all this time

"Look princess, I have never pulled the trigger thoughtless or without caring about the consequences of an action"  

"so why I'm here then" he grunted in annoyance declaring a dead end, He rubbed at his temples, then ran his hand through his unruly hair. "Come on.  not again"

"No"

"I need to know why you took me if you don't want to kill me or sell me or whatever your hobbies were, so why you took me in the first place, we need to put this on light because I'm losing it and feel like I'm going crazy I can't handle-"

"because someone hires me to do this shit"

blink

what was the hell's that?

"come again"

"your dad hired me"

Eyeing Fox with uncertainty.

Blink'

once'

twice'

I burst into hysterics, breaking the serious pause, he looks at me and like that poor girl lost her mind god, he paints that serious face how he does this

"That was really good I will give you a star for it, okay enough let's go I need to pee I didn't pee" and get up ignoring his face

"What's so funny?"

"man, I could never think about something good as 'my father hired you'" I paused and stepped back to him, I don't want to mess it to you but you don't know me, us or my dad, we can't hire chicken for eggs"

with that I gave him my shoulder and walk back to the building, I'm more upset, I mean seriously, what he was thinking that I am five and I will go with that lie, yes maybe I'm naïve stupid simple but not that much to go with everything.

"How can you live with this shitty brain?" , his voice came from behind, full of annoyance, welcome to the party then.

"Coexistence, as doing with you"

 

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Fox was already outside the bathroom look around taking a shot hopefully can find a phone, I need to call Mathew he is the only one I trust and the only one can get me out of here, but still can't find any, the one in the reception the old lady was about to shoot me. and there's no supermarket I am in the middle of hell. no even gas station, he chooses this place on purpose. 

when I came out he was already out. Guess his theory was right men do piss faster than women do.

What caught my eye that he wasn't alone there is a man in his middle age and tanned, I stopped watching, Fox slipped under the vehicle for a few seconds. Then he slid back out and popped open the hood, while the other man sits still beside while his arms crossing over his chest watching

What they are doing

My curiosity got the best of me, I can't stop myself so I walk in their direction, Fox was too busy to look at me but I know he is aware of me in the scene, he has a big ears, on the other side I was greeted by a big smile from the new guy

I smiled back, he seems like a good man, but I can't tell if even this time I will be wrong like every time I had, maybe that's not my fault maybe his friends are a bunch of creeps

"is everything okay," I asked, pulling my attention to Fox, "the usual," the man commented, his words catch my attention, is that supposed to mean that he knows Fox

 god is he friend too

I had enough from that friend reunion

"your man very skeptical", and that's the difference between hearing and listening, I listened to him but all I heard is your man, he must play his couple story even he enjoys it

Huh even in elementary school, the boys knew they had to ask if they wanted a girl to "go" with them. as I learned in elementary, boys are stupid.

Fox my man 

No freaking way, not even in hell 

"oh no, he is-" I was cut by a big noise, He closed the hood with his eyes to me. Daring me to finish my words, and they go down with my saliva.

Undercover my butt.

 "good, no bomb," he said, his tone offhand as if it was an everyday thing.

"A what?"

"No worries, There isn't one."

Wow, that's marvelous should I clap or die happy, He grabbed his duffel bag and chucked it into the backseat

"Get in."

I looked puzzled at him, and at the new car, this is not the same car we came by, "this is not-", he cut me as always do

"we changing, so get in"

"No"

I stood there, still not moving. Fox sighed and marched back to the front of the vehicle. "This is the last time I ask you nicely," he threatened.

"You're insane if you think—", He snatched me up by my arm, opened the car door, and then manhandled me into the front passenger seat, slamming the door closed and shook his head as he walked back around to the driver's door

When he cranked the engine, I nearly jumped out of my seat, waiting for an explosion that didn't happen. Then he pulled out of the garage, and I slid down in my seat, By the time we got to the highway, again to the long way empty road

"Where we going now", it seems like I asked the wrong question because no answer came just a flare from his nose

I sighed, deepening my butt in the seat, it really getting numb from the longtime seating, but my mouth still fine

"Is that your friend too", it's like I hit this time because his eyes shifted to me still full of annoyance but who cares.

"I don't have friends," he said, while his eyes guiding his drive, if that so; then who was the man that  rested in the bathroom floor dead, someone hid something or don't want to talk about it

But I decided to play along... Play dumb

"Because."

Silence

"em, so generous with words, aren't you? Care to elaborate?"

Fox glanced over at me. still, calm "Nope."

Good, "Well, then at least tell me where we're going."

"Somewhere to hide."

Seriously? Like that a breaking news, in fact, that what we do from a few weeks ago Hiding

"And where's that?"

"with him"

I frowned, don't know what he meant by him, god is it the man in the phone, suddenly the car stopped and I turn to look, someone was already waiting on a bike in the middle of nowhere, his face was covered with a bandana

I sat in my place like an idiot, watching the man walking to us in my direction, without warning, I found myself clutching on Fox's arm and shaking like paper

"that's Ashton" Fox commented, I turn to look at Fox confused why Ashton here, and why we still in the middle of nowhere

Fox bend a little, well a little enough to make me smell his hair and roll down my window for Ashton, Well Ashton and I weren't exactly on speaking terms, this guy hates me as hell, we never exchange words

"Okay, let's go," Ashton said, looking at me then at Fox. I look at Fox puzzled waiting for an explanation

"Ashton will take you from here to the save house, the folk waiting there too"

"and you", his eyes turn like steel, I don't blame I was too surprised myself asking that question

"I have something to do", he pauses looking at Ashton, and he nodded, and open the door as a sign for us  to go

Ashton didn't say anything as he walks back to his bike, but Fox did and I wish he didn't

"Lock her in room and make sure there's no way out if she gets out of that door shot her" 

and he says he is my boyfriend... 

what an asshole boyfriend 

 

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chapter 25... The Bratva

 

 

 

 

 

Fox

 

"Anyway, like I was saying: the email address you have was sent from a computer that was hooked up to the internet, just like any email, so that means it's got a server associated with it."

I've already stopped paying attention, but I hummed again.

"So I can trace that server and bounce a signal off it and figure out where it's coming from, kind of like echolocation, but with internet signals. Does that make sense?"

Why the fuck I should care?

"Daniel, do you have a death wish?", I feel my head will shatter to a million pieces

"hehe, okay okay" he scoffs and go on, "even the most basically tech-savvy users who do so much as illegally downloading a movie or pornos I did something like that many times if you want, you know I -"

"Daniel", I roared for the million times. Oh god, this guy will literally kill me, but he's one of the most talented computer specialists I've ever seen, but he is with loose brakes

"okay well, he uses something that masks your IP address at least, or maybe a program that can bounce signals around to confuse people like me who might want to track 'em, but it looks like your guy was just sending an email from a building, plain as day. I could pull up the email here if I wanted."

"Mmhmm,I wanna the fucken address" I say with a nod, pretending to be following along but it's hard to keep up, and to be exact my mind now busy with Sergei more that Daniel's blabbing, I know that motherfucker is somewhere here, not in Russia

that's why he sends his dog, that's why he helped Mathew with the address to find us find her, he wanna mess around but he should mess with someone like him, as he has been a pain in my ass since I was kid since I know myself working for the Retrovich

When I read his threat before I wasn't taken by it because I know he is just a mouth, but after all these years he proofed that I am wrong and that mouth had choppers and it must be wiped

if he thinks I'm gonna let him go with his shit he is wrong. and I believe he heard about his man death, so I better find him before he disappears. I'm not taking any chance to go back to Russia even for this scumbag

"Anyway", Daniel voice tugs me out of my thought, and back to him "I triangulated the signal, and I've just about — Walla! Got an address for you."

"No shit," I say with an arched brow.

"yeah baby, and I'm not given it till I make sure I will get what I asked", I grunted in frustration wiping my face, I'm already exhausted from the long way driving and Daniel free me from any left energy

"Fine, I will get your fucken Brownies", suddenly I heard a noise.

Did he just whimper?

"A chocolate chunk fudges brownies"

"With peanut butter frosting"

"With a bullet in your head"

"Add some for my baby fighter"

"Stop calling her that"

"Jeez"

"Big baby"

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The apartment building in front of me is an upscale kind of place, not unusual for some of

the city's wealthier residents. The stone on the outside might have been white once, but it is now faded

As I step towards the door and swipe the card key, the glass doors open for me, and I make my way in swiftly, my weapon low at my side. this door is a trick for me, and I still know how to perform my trick perfectly

I pull my collar up and keep my gaze down as I make my way to the stairs leading below ground level. I have one stop to make before seeing to the main event for tonight

I can hear a television playing behind. Raising a fist, I pound on the door.

"What?" comes the manager's voice from within the room. I wait a moment before pounding on the door again, a little more demanding this time. I hear an angry groan from the other side before footsteps approach the door. 

"can wait for the morning?" he says as he opens the door, but his eyes widen at the sight of me for only an instant before I'm upon him with a cloth to his mouth and nose, his whole body seizing up as he draws a sharp breath before slipping into unconsciousness.

Closing the door behind me, I carry the limp body back to the chair he'd been sitting in. There stupid show playing on the television, giving me a backdrop while I shuffle through the man's belongings, I found the stupid key and I take it

before I leave I felt my phone buzzing, I rolled my eyes and pull it checking the name I grunted annoyed its Rider, I swept the screen and pull it to my ear

"what's in your fuckin mind, Fox, and don't even think to lie because I had enough time with you to know when you lie"

"it's them again," I said rubbing my face passing the room, I can hear his breaths but now words, he is shocked I can tell

"who?", he finally asked

"Sergei"

"Listen, These are The Bratva we are talking about. They're ruthless, they're dedicated, they won't give up without a fight, and you know that better than anyone"

"These are men from my past, Rider," I say in a low tone

"No, you can't be serious, Fox," he breathes. I give him my silent answer that tells him that I am every bit serious.

"I thought that part of my life was gone entirely, and now it's not about me only it's about her too", I paused tugging my hair in my fist

"Fox, I know this is too much. Okay-" he started this shit again,

"I know my enemy, and if I was mistaken then things are going to get ugly," I say calmly

"What if I don't hear back from you?" I stopped, absorbed by his words

"Then you don't know me very well, my friend."

"Fox listen-" I cut him, I know where this conversation going, "just keep her safe till I come, even if that takes your life to"

And the end, leaving the room as swiftly and silently as a phantom.

My footsteps make little noise as I ascend the staircase, key clenched in my hand. a glass pane window gives me a full view of the world outside as I move.

The soft glow of the city lights has only an instant to shine on a glint of metal on the silenced-pistol I'm drawing from my back.

I soften my steps to near-silence as I reach the top floor, a wide and polished foyer leading to a single decorative door with a large man posted outside it, his arms folded as he thumbs through a dirty phone. He has time only to raise his head while I raise my pistol. When he crumples to the ground.

I walk over to the man's body, and the roaring laughter and music coming from inside the door tell me that not a soul heard my approach. I bend pressing an ear to the door.

The voices within are mostly men, some inaudible, some joyous, but all speaking in Russian, my previous tongue. But I hear some women.

"girls understand is a cock, don't you know?"

There's a sound of terrified, quiet voices I can't quite make out, but it's followed by laughter from the men

As they've been speaking, I've been sliding the master key into the lock and turning it quietly, slowly. My muscles tense as I hear heavy footsteps approaching the door, that coming faster than I expected. I throw it open, cracking the corner against the face of whoever was being sent, and he crumples to the ground as I move in and hold up my pistol.

The room is a haze of cigar smoke in the palpably tense instants I enter the penthouse. It's a luxurious suite, with marble floors and furniture giving the place the look of a classy antique.

I came in. There are two women in the room, one of them on a man's lap in an armchair, the

Other holding a tray of cocktails.

"how you get," one of the men hasn't time to finish growl at me before three rounds of my weapon strike true on all other three men at the bar, one of the women screams, and I duck behind the half-wall that leads into the room as things star breaks loose.

The remaining men stand up, some of them reaching for their guns as they dive for cover, and shouts in Russian fill the room. I'm out of sight, and I make a mental note to watch for those who've left the room.

Bullets hit the wall behind me as I duck, but I can tell from the number of shots that not all the men have weapons ready. I have only a matter of moments to end this before this place becomes a full firefight

I feel a sting on my right side I think the glue wound break open

Having been distracted by my wound, one of the armed men starts to turn to me, but I reach him first, grabbing his wrist and shoving his arm up as he fires, blasting a hole in his friend leg before he cries out as I break his wrist and bring my pistol to his heart and pull the trigger

Old reserves of adrenaline that have long lain dormant are extra pumping through my body as I watch the life eek out from the men I've just dropped.

My vision focused expecting to find armed men ready to take me on the moment I stepped through the doors, but there was no such welcoming party.

"That whore must mean a lot to you to show up after what you have done"

I recognize the man, even with his fuck face changed more too matured fuck face, and his steely eyes lock with mine.

"I warned you"

"Drop your gun," he commanded pointing his gun at my head with his dogs around

I let the weapon fall out of my hand. It's out of bullets anyway

I rise to my feet and dive for him, drawing a knife from my side, My body collides with his full-force, but I've caught him off-guard, and the two of us fall to the ground, struggling to grapple with each other.

Sergei is strong, but I am stronger. I may have been out of the killing business these past years, nothing lets a man like me forget his killer instinct.

I feel him wrapping his arm around my neck as he works his way behind me, and instinctively, I raise my knife defensively and slice his arm. I hear a scream of pain from him, and as we thrash, I catch a glimpse of the other mobster in the room, training his gun on us, trying to get in a good shot at me

Sergei grip loosens after I slice him, but I don't let him get away from me. The moment I leave myself exposed is the moment I sign my own death warrant. Instead, I twist with him on the ground, and I feel the cold metal of his gun brush against my arm. It's still in his hand.

In an instant, I move my knife around and draw it across his hand, making him recoil and drop the firearm.

Wrenching my knee free, I kick the pistol across the room and push him off me, using the moment of distraction to charge at the mobster in the doorway. He starts to point his gun at me as I close the distance, but I'm too fast for him. My free hand closes around his wrist with a sickening crunch, and he screams as he drops the gun

Wasting no time, my knife hand plunges the blade into his throat in two quick stabs

"Enough games, Chort"

My jaw clenches briefly. Sergei is indeed sharper than most of the men here.

"Move, and she dies," he says, calm and collected. The woman in his grip looks at me with wide, petrified eyes, and I know the one question on her mind is whether I value her life or not.

We stare each other in the eyes for several seconds. There's so much I want to snap back at him, so much I want to tell him of how much hatred I have for him.

But I will not play his games

"Nothing would happen if you accepted the mission and do that job I gave you, but you are so stubborn, why? because your dorogoy, suddenly the dead man cares so much"

He talks so much and I have no words to waste my breath on

I watch Sergei's attention snap back up to me for half an instant before my knife strikes true, sinking deep into his eye socket. Finally, Sergei slumps to the ground on his back, a trail of blood and fluid streaming down.

Well, I guess because I'm her mama now, and I will do anything to protect her from people like you and me

The woman recoils from the sight, some of the blood in her hair as she screams, my eyes moving to her momentarily before I walk over to look at the man's lifeless body before turning to her. She quiets, looking up at me in terror

"Go," I say simply, and it's a moment before she nods hastily and darts out of the room. I give her a few minutes head start to move around the house and ensure that everyone was dead

I think my job here is done

 

chapter 26 ... Kissing The Hot Bull

Fox

 

"No man, I'm sure I got you three"

I sighed shaking my head agreeing with whatever this shit was, but Rider seems like he won't drop it. 

"Fine, maybe Ashton was in need so he took it, just gives me a damn one while I finish gluing and we good"

Lifting my arm in the air giving up,  seriously, I feel zero energy, and it's damn late just a few hours to see the sun and we leaving again, as we speaking, I know she not doing good dealing with this whole shit, but I rather her tight sealed shut lips

I thought that would need a miracle to shut her, she is the biggest mouth I've ever see, She has a wisecrack for everything and she wouldn't hastate to spill it out moreover sometimes I find her do that creepy talk

She talks to herself and starts waiving negotiating herself even sometimes with no warning she burst laughing at god knows what. and it's really creepy, and she says I'm creepy, for me I gave up on my idea of discovering that girl and see her inside, hell the outside is scary enough

But as I look at her sleeping form every day, tense and protective when most people are completely lax, I realize what a dumbass idea that was.

It's going to take more than sitting on the porch or running for a few weeks to recover, Even trained soldiers need time to recover, and Anastasia didn't have any training. When I was part of Special Ops we all went through training on surviving capture and torture, which basically meant being captured and tortured.

A group of older soldiers would kidnap you and take you to a solitary cell. They'd place a wet towel on your face and leave you there. At first, you feel like the towel is nothing. You can survive a towel. But an hour or so of being immobilized, sucking in the wet fabric with every breath and then having more water poured over your mouth and nose and into your ears while you vomit into your mouth and then swallow it back—all the while choking on the fabric, puke, and water—is hell. Then when you are about to pass out or you think you'll die

the towel is ripped away and you're stuck in a room where lights flicker off and on while random noises are piped in, sometimes for what seems for hours at a time and others randomly. After that, you listen to your friends call out from the next room while they seem to be tortured or raped and they are calling out your name, begging you to help them, save them 

But you can't do anything.

Oftentimes the soldiers trying to get into the Special Forces fail these mental tests, not the physical ones. Lots of people can swim, run, and carry a rucksack weighing a hundred and fifty pounds for twenty-six miles. Not many can survive mental torture and not come out of it a deadweight victim.

 So what if she broke down? That shit's normal. I could barely say more than two words when I finished my psychological training.

"Here", I snapped off my thoughts at Rider's voice butting the bottles on the sink, I look at his reflection  and nod thanks

"You okay?" he asked, but I know he means everything but my health state 

"yeah never been better", and finish rolling myself with the gauze

"You know what I mean," he said resting on the sink, god he won't drop it, he got a rock head

"You think this game of yours will go unnoticed?" he snarls. "You think the Bratva will just roll over and play along with your wishes, you just upstart?"

"He deserved it, and honestly, that's what I had to do a long time ago, you know he was a pain in the ass just because we were less than him just because he is fucken Bratva and we are nobody"

"Fine, you are right" he shakes his head in understanding, he knows I'm right and I know deeply that I am, but there's something unsettled in his throat

"Spit it out"

"why now...Chort" I know he wants me to crack and he does well. because in a minute I was holding his collar tossing him to the mirror behind

 "don't. call. me.  that"  straight into his cool eye's

"You know I'm not him anymore", I can feel the veins twisting in my arm, I never was good at leashing my anger and I don't want to do anything I would regret

"All these years you are hiding, living in a new person, so why you risk odds you were avoiding and go back to your old nightmare" he pause, and I am out of my mind

"Because of her,". I look at his face, this time he doesn't mess, all serious and annoyed, but to me I was dumbfounded, reviewing the possibilities of what if this happened before I took her, will I kill Sergei?

"Fox, what you're hiding ", I looked at him still fussed and tired, I sighed and walk to my shirt, "do you remember Robert Jones in the Field Marshal"

He waited, a moment reviewing back his memories, he shakes his head, "yeah, that cruel man, what about him"

"That girl his daughter"

he was taken by my words because his mouth opened and closed few times but it seems he can't call the words, so I gave his shoulder a tap and before he asks for more, I take my way off

"Wait-" he screamed after me, all I answered is my bottle high waving goodbye, I can still hear the noise came from the bar but I know Ashton good at handling his shit, for me that was the shittiest day... Ever

I open the door, and the darkness was so welcoming, and peace. Julz told me before that Anastasia is sleep, and that's probably true she is sleep but the weird is noiseless, normal I would hear snoring of sleep talking

Maybe she was broken enough

I switch on the light on the desk, looking for a place and glass to have a moment in peace, but tensed when I saw a ball of fur rolling on the window edge, I look at the bed and it was empty

Fuck

I pulled my gun, pointed directly at whatever the hell was that stepping carefully, the wooden floor crack under my foot giving a bad alarm and I was ready to shot by now

"Turn around, and drop your weapon, if you don't want to die",  my grip tightened, my breath deepens and tries to make it steady, even due to lack of sleep

"Why do you look so familiar?" she asks

What the fuck she is doing here, and wait is she drunk, huh of course, how I can't be familiar when she shoved her memory in her ass 

"Oh, Jason Statham", my brow almost run off my face

Jason Statham !!

yeah... she's drunk

okay, Maybe I should shoot her and make it as an accident

I lowered my gun, digging my fist in my hair drained; look back at her, with a smug smile on her face waving for me to join her

Jesus Christ, I can't deal with her ass when she is clear-headed, and now I have to babysit her drunk ass too

"C'mon Jason"

"What the hell are you doing here?" I pause, missed the right words to label her situation, "like that"

"Oh please, don't start your shit now, I deserve some yoo-hoo", she said, taking another sip of her drink and like baby monkey waiving her legs out

And she cursed, that's new

Wait, is that...

My vodka

Good, now I know where that fucking third bottle is gone.

Who on earth has a 'yoo-hoo' by drinking bur Russian vodka; did she get a death wish before it. That shit will milt her body part down

I leaned on the wall, watching her, what's the wrong with playing a little, "don't you think that window would be the last place you want to take your yoo-hoo if someone shoots at you"

Her face changed, absorbing my word, I am surprised how come she didn't get shot yet.

"Valid point, catch this" she plays I understand, handing me the bottle, I smiled and reach to take it from her not because I'm her servant but just curious what next

"Wait" she pulled the bottle back and my face cringe

 the fuck! ,,, did she spit in the bottle, was that necessary

"No hatred buddy, just to make sure, you won't drink mine, you know always be cautious"

I rolled my eye's, and snatch some napkins before taking that bottle, cautious my ass, why just I kill her, and for once do some good and save the world from her stupidity

"oh my god" she screams like old granny rubbing her ass and don't know why the hell my eyes stuck there, though she got pretty small ass

taking a sip of my drink and nearly choking on it when I heard her moaning

"man, my butt feels numb" rubbing her ass with one hand and itching her hair with the other, her shirt was drop off her shoulder giving a perfect view to her soft creamy skin, and her hair was like boom set off in it

She looks like shit

A hot shit

This girl will be the death of me

"Give me that", I lift my hand up, she can't walk two steps without falling, she tried to snatch her spitty-drink like an angry grimy babe, since she is like a small elf, I win

After many failures, she crossed her arms over her chest pouting, god dammit she looks cute with those pink lips, I want to kiss them till they turn red blood

No, she is just a small child, and I'm her babysitter

I shake my head throwing all this thought, and walk to the trashcan and pour the rest all the liquor ignoring her crying, even when she is drunk she is a drama queen

"Stop", I did the usual scolding her as she is 'stupid brat' but this time I make a mistake and didn't consider that she is a drunk stupid brat

"You stupid bitch," she is pissed drunk-ass stupid brat, using bad language for the first time with no swear jar shit, and do A on the murderous glares ...Impressive

"You'll pay for what you did!" she screams jumping to her feet quickly, too quickly. Her hair fell back and she jumps with drunken budges

No, I'm sure this not Jujitsu, I think this called Taekweirdo, I do I take her out like any other threat. I grab her arms, twist them behind her back, push her forward with a knee to the ass, and take her to the hard wall. She struggles beneath me

"Stop doing that" She seethes, her breath coming out in long gasps, matching my own,. I'm not quite sure if she's serious, but she is not a fighter or even killer but she is still angry

"Doing what?"

"Ruining my life!" , She wiggles again, her voice was chocked, I lose my grip, so that's not about the bottle

I lower my knee and lean my body into her a little harder, making sure she's pinned good and tight to the wall, she is like wild cheetah, and honestly that's what poke my interest, I know she is pure like crystal never been touch or interact with man before that pretty obvious from the shiver in her body every time I touch her

I hiss enough for her to hear my world and put out the fire inside, "I told you before, if I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead, princess. I'm a dirty killer, I get the job done and get the fuck out of Loophole. I'm not here to hurt you. In fact, I'm here to save your pretty ass"

I back up and throw her the surrender hands to ease her down off the ledge. She takes her time backing off the wall and turns to look at me, still tipsy though, but for sure still angry

"Really?, I narrow my eyes at her super wide eyes

"Do you think my ass is pretty?" she asked, sounding so damn hopeful that I couldn't help but chuckle. she didn't give a damn shit about Dirty Killer and kill her

She scrunched up her face adorably. Damn.

Fuck this shit.

"Come on, princess. It's bedtime,"  I know she hates being treated like a child but she is a child

"You can't boss me around. I'm capable of making up my own mind-".

"How many of those drinks have you had?" I asked, already having a rough idea.

"Get off my tits, I need to breathy", trying to escape, she tried snatches one of the bottles in her way, but I win

"You can't be useful"

Why she didn't pass out yet

Instead of being useful, I walk to grab a glass for me; my head feels like nuclear boom about to explode, ignoring the rumbles behind me before one of the pillows hit me

"Men"

That's it, this little girl needs to wake up, I downed the liquor in my glass at one, I stare at her took two long strides, threw her over my shoulder to the bathroom, for sure choosing the good side, I don't have any plans to re-open the damn glue again

"Put me down you asshole"

And I did as I asked, she yelps at the coolness of the bathroom floor, I use the moment and open the water make sure she is soaked and cold enough

Automatic, she jumped hanging on at my shirt

Great

"you know what", I just stare at her, this is the most amusing angry face I've ever seen, I like seeing that side of her, but that no means that I will let her drink again ... like never

Next thing I know I was sprayed with water all over, I jumped turning the water off, but that didn't stop her from laughing and clapping like crazy

she broke between her laughs, "I think you're going to have to sleep with one eye open tonight."

I will never let her drink again

Never

***********

We came out of the shower she still as mad as when she went in. and obviously drunk too, because she was smiling at the wall

I shake my head I know what goes in that little dirty head, her face like a mirror I can read her clearly and so easily, she even didn't try to hide it or cover it even if she did so that would be so bogus

"are you going to change this" looking at the new dry shirt still in her hand, her soaked shirt it's clung at her body giving me perfect view of her hard nipples, either she is freezing or horny and none of them good to pick

"It's cold," she muttered looking down in 'aw' at her shirt

I turn to close the window and give her some privacy, No..  I need some distraction more so I don't want to look at her nude body, that will complicate things, and I need to remind myself that this girl not for fuck, I am just her Mama

"Might want to turn your head." , start to take off my soaked shirt

"ow, don't worry about me, keep going" she waved her hand in the air nonchalantly, eyes open wide and dark she biting her lower lips drooling, looking at my junk

That girl really something

Since she had no problem, I go on  and take off my jeans, I'm not sleeping with them on even I was using the situation

Fuck... she didn't even blink

"Still upset," don't know why I asked, maybe try to break the creepy air

"Eat shit." still busy flipping the damn shirt, and bitch mood back again, I'm sure she is bipolar

Unbelievable

"Guess so," I said, shrugging. A brief silence passed before I spoke again. "Okay, I know I'm going to regret this. Tell me what the problem is."

My body drooped tiredly into the mattress. glared at her. waiting

"You're no fun. You keep bossing me around.." give me that damn pouting face again

"We're not here to have fun. I brought you here to hide you and keep you alive. You want fun, go to Disney World."

"Doesn't mean you have to be boring, you don't talk to me or even treat me like a human, and all we do is running or ... killing"

I closed my eyes briefly and sighed. "Okay, what I can do to make this less boring for you and less infuriating for me."

She grinned from ear to ear as I crawled into bed, "Let me think"

I rubbed my face, I'm dead tired, and despite the completely wrong thoughts running around my head of that girl nude and spread out like a feast at Thanksgiving, I'm too tired to do anything but sleep. I've been up for about seventy-two hours straight and need some rest before I fall over.

" Okay, I need ice cream"

"done"

"and, You can.., um" she still googling in her mind how to torture my life "Sing"

"No"

"Dance"

"No"

"Strip down"

"What, no"

"Okay, kiss me"

"Okay, we can discuss this when you get your brain back" pull her to the bed and cover her with sheets hopefully she might turn off

But I was wrong.

"Why that man called you short", I was puzzled but when I realize she means 'Chort' I was shocked, not from how she knows, but why she brings this now and what could I say

"Is your real name short, because you were short when you were a kid?" , I look at her thought she would be angry but she was having some peace lying on pillow letting her hair trip over carelessly, in somehow this conversation was enough amusing to her

"No, it's not my real name" I paused, still reading her hungry eyes, she was dying for more, but i can't and that only what she will get

"I'm no longer short" copying her word, which makes her smile softly

For some strange reasons I don't want to blink, I just keep looking at that view till eternity

Suddenly the moments killer jumps setting not on her goddamn knees but on my dick, still holding on the smug face

I growled. "You know you're annoying, right?" I look at her eyes don't need to be worried or be careful for the first time 

"Yes," she said unconcernedly.Does she realize how flirtatious she is being? I mean, she's fucking rubbing herself on my dick. That's intimate shit right there.  Jesus Hermione Christ.

"You were dropped on your head as a child, weren't you?" trying agonizingly not to put my hands on her ass or her breast

"Once or twice," she mused. "Now, answer me"

I left my brow, "I just did"

"Not that one Foxy" she starts wiggling her brows, I'm so tired to think, but her 'giving you hint' won't stop, besides I like Foxy

"Well, you shit a lot, can you be specific" I feel really of energy, and dead to handle more from this baby, that setting on my dick

"Oh C'mon Statham, I know you avoiding it, but I really need to know do you meant it when you said it's pretty or not"

"Besides I'm not going away till I get my answer" finally she stop pouncing

oh, it's about if her ass pretty or not ... 

 hell hot

"I don't think so," I said, still tiredly, My finger itches to trace the curve and fondle the delicate skin

My whole body feels on fire. I deserve her disgust because her ass isn't the only thing that wasn't turning stiff as a steel rod. There are so many things I like doing for this girl. Things I haven't done in a long, long time.

Although she was gorgeous and I normally wouldn't mind losing my body in a woman like her for a night, but for sure not her

"Why", she cries out, and I blink, Oh shit. She's going to start crying, and I don't need that. Holy fuck do I not need that? , I had never understood women, but what I didn't get now is why she's crying, is it that important

"I don't want to discuss this; you needed an answer I gave it, so go to sleep", I make sure I didn't touch her butt, and sure enough to take her off me, but this little thing is like glue

"No", I sighed; give my best to ignore her ass bouncing on my dick, "is it because it's small"

I don't believe we discuss this, she had a lot of shit to remember in the morning

"Fuck, woman", she stopped rubbing her ass and go biting her fucken lip, which makes things much worse

"God, okay, it's not small, it's ... it's fine", she looks at me throw narrow eyes

"Okay, fine I believe you", she paused before she grips my hands and smashes them on her breast

"Are they okay too"

that's it, even when I was off power, I drop her away, and I swallow a groan with a heroic effort. I need to shut this little girl before I loose hold on myself and on my dick too, he is hairbreadth from coming out and attacking her

I tucked her on her side, make sure she is off and away from me, and but the sheets more tightly around her, Good job, fox. I give myself a little pat on the back. She has no idea what she's doing  and I'm the dirtbag having dirty thoughts about a girl who is just mission to me besides I am older than her by what... a decade even more 

I roar at frustrated "fucken sleep", again she resting her chin on her hand on my chest "What now?" , not really want to know,

"Are you angel or devil", obviously she had the best time

"Sleep" I roar, her annoying voice gone for a moment, give me moment in heaven  

"But angels don't kill "

"You want hole between your eyes" and if I was telling her a joke she was giggling innocently

Innocent my ass

I sink into the bed a little more. She draws closer to me, her head now resting on my shoulder and her left hand absently stroking my chest

"what"

"You get angry easily just like a bull, a hot bull"

"I see....," I murmured, lost in thought. I'd heard of angry drunks, happy drunks, sad drunks, but this was the first time I'd ever encountered a stupid honest drunk.

She bites her lip and then passes a hand over the surface of my body, and it's more erotic than if she had performed a lap dance.

Before I know what going on, her lips pulled me out of my thoughts, It's not like I'm playing the shy school girl, but I didn't see that coming

She's so tender and angelic that I'm surprised. I expected her to be like any whore I slept with, but the girl kissing me is infinitely gentle. Her eyes are closed as if kissing me right is the only thing that matters at the moment.

And...I'm not hating it. That's good. no that's like heaven 

She continues to press soft kisses to my mouth, and I let her, exploring my feelings, I feel like this is what I have always needed, it makes me confused. Shouldn't I be totally fucked up right now?

She pulled away dazed, and notice that her eyes are narrowed with desire, her lids heavy looking at me, and murmuring 'night' and lay down on my chest

I open my mouth angry with her, but she was finally off, snoring in peace

and leaves me feeling like shit 

I groan and closes my eyes, then presses my forehead to her. my hand cups her cheeks. 

"You're killing me, princess. You know that, right?"

all I got was soft moans 

I smiled and pulled the sheets around her. I drag the bathroom trashcan next to her, just in case, and then sit in a chair and watch her for a bit. I have no idea if she's going to wake up and be sick or if she's definitely passed out for the night.

She remains still and quiet, with a little snore erupting from her every once in a while. I can't help but smile just a bit over that. I'm guessing she would be embarrassed to know that she's snoring, even though it's actually cute as hell.

I sigh.

I'm f**king tired and I could easily sleep right here in this chair

And I'm tired. Alone.

And my hand hurts.

 

Fucking A

 

 

Chapter 27.Men.Sex.MacGyver of Texas

 Ana

 

I must've passed out.

Because when I opened my eyes again, I don't know how much I've been unconscious.

Fox sat across the room in a chair with his phone. He didn't look up. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hoping he wouldn't talk to me.

"I know you're awake."

 

Crap.

Fox turn off his phone, and I heard him shuffled. "We need to talk."

I opened my eyes to see him moving toward the bed with a masculine saunter. "Talk about what?"

"You know what."

yeah, About what I did yesterday, which I don't remember what happened after the few gulps I had. but that was enough for  Fox to cut me to pieces 

 

I avoided making eye contact but knew he watched me. His laser-sharp stare sliced into me with operating precision. It was nerve-racking, though I craved his attention. The problem with Fox was that he was addictive. I don't know why I felt so strongly for a guy I barely knew

 

maybe I was hungry for having a romantic life like anyone else and this dumbo showed up like a tooth fairy.

I needed a distraction until he left. Then, problem solved.

I shook my head and played stupid. "You have to be more specific."

"We need to talk about what you have done yesterday" He smirks and speaks in loud tones

 

No. not really

"What I did?" I said though I meant I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a dull pencil.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Shit. You don't even remember."

"uh uh ", I shake my head and quickly regret it

 

Oh god ...

I was dying. There was no other explanation for the way I'm feeling. my head was pounding, and mouth felt like something had crawled inside and died and felt sick to my stomach

 

"Jeez, you look like shit"

Thank you, Sherlock,

He smirks and speaks in loud tones again. "I'd bet you're hungry, princess".

I looked at him, rolled over onto my stomach, and buried my face in a pillow. "I'm not going to breakfast", I need a hole to die inside

 

Fox shuffled around the room, but I didn't look to see what he was doing. Moments later, he yanked me to the end of the bed by my ankle, pulled me into a sitting position, "well technically it's  dinner"

"What" my eyes open wide turning my head and staring numbly at the dark window wondering if it was morning or night.

He handed me some clothes. "Put these on, or I'll do it for you." He stepped back and waited as if he planned to follow through with his threat.

 

 But what is more important he is not fuming, I thought I would be dead by now, he must be playing fox again

"That's it? That's all you're going to say?"

The expectation was killing me, but I sat quietly, wondering what he was thinking. Come on, be you. Yell at me. Punch a wall. Do something.

Anything.

I narrow my sure buffed eyes crossed my arms and sat there, waiting or more daring him, I jumped up as he strode toward me.

 

okay

I changed my mind.

 

"Okay if it will make you feel better, I could take you out back, throw you over the fence, and let the crows eat you"

"Okay, okay, just forget it"

Okay, maybe I should just dismiss

 

"I'm fine, I'll get dressed. Jeez, are you always such a grouch in the morning?"

His lips twitched up wickedly, still daring me with his eye, "afternoon"

 

Oh god

Carefully getting out of bed, I stumbled over to the bathroom, flicked on the light, and winced when it nearly blinded me. Why was everything so bright?

 

A few minutes later I was more oriented and coordinated, I turned on the shower, thankful that it was at full blast and loaded my toothbrush up with toothpaste and began the job of getting rid of the taste of old socks. Once more I gargled with mouthwash for an extra two minutes. And climbed into the shower and groaned as hot water poured over and made me feel more alive.

 

What the hell happened last night?

I really couldn't remember much

Did Fox have advantage of me? Did we had sex? Did he wear a condom? Did i enjoy it?

 

Wait

 

I don't feel tender between my legs

But... that didn't mean I hadn't done something equally as stupid.

If getting drunk was the only stupid thing I'd done last night then I'd count myself lucky

 

When I finish showering I dry myself and put the clothes on and get out, the room was Fox free, I sighed relaxed, seriously I need to avoid this man till I remember what I've done last night

 

If I'll remember

I open the forbidden door and surprised not see Ashton pointing his gun at my face, that solemn psychopath he took Fox's words through and through

 

I'm not wondering how they are close friends.

Then walked carefully downstairs but not carefully enough. I bumped into the wall that led into the kitchen, then tripped and fell on the floor. I managed not to hit my face, but I groaned softly, rubbing my forehead.

This headache getting worse and worse

 

"Are you alright, lapochka?" I sigh and nod, but I don't get up.

Rider crouches down in front of me and pulls me up as if I was a sake of potato, I look around and it was clear

 

"Where's everyone", I didn't saw anyone all my way here

"You mean Fox", I groaned, pulling a chair to rest my butt on, He laughs so hard that my ears ring

"In the bar, helping Julz" 

 

why he didn't say that from the beginning, is he getting paid more for being a tease

"hmm", I don't feel really talking, all I was thinking about was nausea that storming inside and getting bigger with every move

"so I understand that you and Fox haven't, ... you know", I lift my head looking at him with narrow eyes, I thought I am the only one who melted his brain, but after seeing Rider I believe I'm not alone

 

"I prefer to donate my uterus", 

it's the truth, well I'm not sure what I did yesterday but since I didn't have sex, that's don't mean I don't want to, and I'm not  giving myself to Fox because he is hell hot

Neither to Rider

 

and as we speak of the devil, a stead foot showed up, Fox's eyes flitted to me and back to Rider, and the usual he brushes it off and keeps moving to snatch a bottle of water

Rider leaned over toward me. "Pregnant?"

 

I turn my head to him almost break my neck "Of course not," I replied, shocked by his assumption.

The corner of his lips curled upward, and his voice grew huskier.   "Want to be?"

I throw my head down on the table with a bang. I'm sure I'll be dead not because of Frank but because of this guys

"can anyone tell me please the fuck is going on? ", finally the ice-king broke, and in somehow I forgot about throwing up at Rider and focusing on Fox's jealousy

 

God... the ice-king is jealous

there's some ice melting

 

I start thinking that I'm proud of whatever the hell I did yesterday, maybe I should drink more

Thanks to Rider who add gasoline to the fire when he shrugs his shoulder carelessly answering, "Just chatting" before he throws a wink at me

 

I looked back at Rider, giving him my best smile, but that quickly changed to silent wince when I heard a solid gulp, do I dare to look

No, for everyone's sake

"so lapochka, feel hungry" before I could open my mouth to say anything, a big plate full of bacon and egg was lying dead in front of me

 

Oh, shit. I'm gonna ralph.

Bolting out of the kitchen on shaking legs, I just make it to the bathroom before I gag and retch. I puke up next to nothing, just green,  My stomach is empty but I still gag. A cold sweat has broken out over my entire body and I shake.

I feel something cool on the back of my neck. It's like immediate relief. My stomach calms. "Oh,. I'm never drinking again. like ever." I say hoarsely.

 

"Not argue with that," his hand move to rub my back softly with his big hand

I rest my cheek on the toilet seat, unable to care that someone probably took a shit on it this morning.

Fox squeezes the back of my neck lightly. He says quietly, "Take some aspirin, and when you think you can eat, I'll make you something to settle your stomach."

I hear him make his way back into the kitchen and I'm surprised. He didn't gloat. He didn't say I am a stupid brat. He was actually nice.

 

What an ass!

He did that on purpose. Now I can't be mean to him or I'll look like the wicked witch.

After resting my head on my toilet for a few more minutes, I stand on shaky legs looking at the girl in the mirror

 

One look in the mirror and I'm instantly feeling awful again. I'm pale,  and I look like hell. No wonder Fox didn't look the least bit interested in me. Well, that and the fact that I'm technically his captive

I open the cold water and try to get my soul again, the water was cold it's frozen my face, it took only minutes and all the pictures lined behind the blackness of my closed eyes.

 

I kissed him

I kissed Fox, and called him a hot bull 

and still alive

he didn't kiss me back and didn't mention it, He made it unmistakably clear he wanted nothing to do with me. 

huh why would he wants a stupid, inexperienced, not hot girl 

 

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't speak. I felt rejected, not to mention embarrassed.I don't dare look at him with my heated cheeks. They are as red as I was stupid

Whatever it was, it left me scratching my head, but I refused to be interested in a guy who wasn't interested in me. Well, it sounded good 

 

whatever

 

"Jeez girl, you suck." I turn to look, and I just burst into a dry laugh, I thought I was the only one in deep shit, but I totally forgot about my partner in crime

"Remind me never to drink with you again. You're like a freakin' bottomless ditch."

"I should've called you guzzler baby than fighter baby."

I shrug, "don't forget that was you who offered 'help'," Dan cringes and hisses, "I will never help again"

I chuckle quietly.

I hadn't even spoken loudly.

 

He walks like an old turtle and throws himself on the bed carelessly, "are you grounded too?"

I frowned at the word, who grounded him, fox, not surprised he always treat me and Dan like if we didn't pass kindergarten yet

why would he grounded me, he will me evaporate in self-embarrassment  

 

I shrug simply sitting beside him, "not heard.. yet", my words were enough shocking that made him jump with open wide shocked eyes

Dan scowled, "That fucker. Make me pull a double this afternoon. and you"

I kissed that fucker yesterday and straddled  his lap and called him a hot bull 

 

"I thought you are my friend" I looked at his face and  struggle not to laugh

Dan shot a glare at me. "I don't know why you find this so funny. You're supposed to be my best friend, Where's your loyalty?"

my loyalty has gone with my first kiss 

 

"Oh, C'mon", he shot me that bitch hurt glare, I lift my hands in surrender; give my best to make a straight face,

"You're dead to me," he said with a sniff

 

"Uh huh," I said, taking my way out leaving him bitching alone, but not for long when I heard his steps after me

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dan demanded, stepping before me with arms across his chest

 

I shrugged. "It just seems that you don't like me anymore" keep walking past him, and he follows

"No, I do like you," he said easily before adding, "When you are not betraying me"

 

okay I had enough

"Hey, I don't see anyone but you," I said as I ran my eyes around

 

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you don't. I'm awesome."

"I'm glad to see you're humble. But seriously where's everyone", I paused remember my previous little innocent chat with Rider, I open my mouth to correct myself but again I was late

 

"You mean Fox"

for a moment my stomach sink, at his name, I wasn't afraid of him ... or facing him

 

but luckily he wasn't here

 

I grunted, shaking my head, "not you too"

"Now I can see why you aren't grounded" I stopped dead in my track, for the first time Dan blabbing makes sense to me

 

I turned frowned at him, "don't you think that wired"

He shrugs, "I wouldn't make my girlfriend pull a double, but I can punish her in my ways", he ends his pleased announcement with a wink

 

I rolled my eyes, "oh that cute of you to do, besides Fox NOT. My. Boyfriend"

"What"

 

 oh god, that exhausting

 

Men are men, all they what they think is sex    

so do you, baby, if wasn't, you wouldn't play  MacGyver of Texas on his lap

 

chapter 28... No one knows me

Ana

"Would you stop?" Fox yelled, scowling at me.

"What?"

"You're tapping your fingers on the armrest."

"So...?"

"And you're driving me insane," Fox said, and I flipped my hair dramatically, "thank you"

"That wasn't a fucking compliment," he said between clenched fags

 I like the new attitude, I like to identify it ... cold war

Cold war 3

 

Wait...

 

How many cold wars we had?

"Do you know how many cold wars happened before?"

 

His answer came as a grunt, not what I wanted but acceptable, in fact, anything might be acceptable, because I'm tired and lose sensation down on my butt

 

after hours of driving I think, we are in Canada now or Mexico maybe

"This is exhausting," I told Fox. "Fine I don't want to know where we going but at least tell me how much left till we hit there"

"Could you stop acting like big baby" he drifted his eyes from the road to me, with icy stabs that let the chills run all over my body.

 

His hand tightened into a death grip on the steering wheel, I think he heard "control freak" flying out my mouth, but he didn't try to strike up any conversation.

 

I quietly stared out the passenger window as we still on the road. I didn't have to look at him. I could feel him next to me. His anger vibrated the air and sway on my skin.

 

This drive ruining everything I planned for; after that kiss, I decided to stay off his eyes as much as I can so I spend my time with Julia and Dan

 

Also away from Rider, especially after he knows that Fox and I share nothing more than hot-psycho kidnapper and hostage.

I don't understand why we can't stay like other human beings in one place, and have a normal life, a normal morning without throwing cold water at my face or sleeping with a gun on my head

 

"Are you hungry?" he asks eventually after years, not giving me time to answer before he whips the car into a Starbucks drive-through. "What do you want?"

 

I want to say nothing, but my stomach is tearing up, and I'm pretty sure he can hear it.

"Whatever you get," He cocks an eyebrow at me. "What if I get nothing?"

 

augh, He has an answer for everything, "Then get me something"

he rolled his eyes, and I gave high five to my brain, rolling down his window to order—two coffees, loaded with cream and sugar, and ... a muffin.

 

next time I'll do my pick

I thank him when he hands me mine, but he shrugs it off like it's nothing.

So humble

 

And pulls back to the empty long road. I pick at my muffin and sip on my drink and try to think of something—anything—except for the reality of what I'd gotten myself into

 

******

 

I'm not sure when my eyes drifted and fall sleep but what I'm sure of is his jacket wasn't over my shoulders, I glance at him, god he looks like walking dead, dark ring surrounded his eyes, and his face pale, but still show no emotions... just like a freakin' terminator

 

But this one is hot

 

"You drooling", still focusing on the road and sending me that wicked smirk.

 

Jesses, I jumped at his voice and go back to my window to hide my red face. God, how he know I was drooling I mean staring at him.

We still hadn't spoken. Isolation fueled the depression I desperately tried to push away. The blahs tend to multiply when you are silent for long durations.

 

My stomach rumble again like an old sick nauseated lion, it's okay I'm nauseated too

the sun start rolling down, now I can say it's very long drive, it's what thirteen-hour drive with none stopping except for that little muffin

I really miss Dan and his big appetite

 

Finally, after a long time, something interested catches my attention more than the bugs on the window.

 

"Where are we", I asked as I felt the speed lowered, I don't care if he will get angry, but this place gives me the creeps, this is literally like the ghost town 

 

this place is like any other place or actually town, there's a lot of houses and streets but there's no soul there, not a single soul, not even dogs, except black thunder we were the only one alive and breathing

 

I rolled down the window, and shiver run down my whole body, as we passed by houses and shops but they were empty the abandon fill this place like apocalypse kissed this place

 

it's so scary, This is like a scary movie coming alive

 

"Where's everyone", I turned to him, and this time I'm not moving till he answer

"some died and some leave", I blink, stunned, that means there is no pulse in his answer, no one alive, a whole town with no freaking soul

 

"How? why?", I'm not sure if I want to know, but not knowing scars me more

"Cancer, and pollution", still puzzled, yes people might die because of cancer, "that doesn't make sense" I paused looking at the empty city

 

"All of this people died of cancer and pollution! What that means! Every place in this earth is polluted"

"Yes, but not for dangerous toxins and radiation, and this place is one of many is not for living,", I stare at him in disbelieve

 

They die because of radiation and dangerous toxins, and not for living, quickly I rolled up the window and stuffed his jacket on my nose, don't know if that will work and protect me enough

 

"Jesus," I told Fox, swallowing a knot in my throat. "Okay, remind me again please what the hell we doing here"

I clutched deaf grip on his jacket, this moment is from the few moments I want him to say we just came by to see a friend even if I hate his friends but I hate more any other option coming

 

"This is our new home princess", he must be kidding me, this is insane

I look at the back seat at the black thunder, his tongue sucked in he is quivering in his pants, and even dogs don't wear pants though

 

Fox look at my face, and crack a smirk, "relax, princess, I don't deny that the idea of killing you didn't come to my mind but at least I won't dump you here, it's not like what gentleman do"

 

he pauses cut his eyes from the road to me, "besides not yet, I still haven't enough from you"

My throat burning, I'm sure this man has a crack in his mind, "what this supposed to mean"

 

He sighed and tightened his fist on the wheel, "that means this place is quite opposite what we make known"

"We!!", he looked at me with stony eyes, like if he had inside struggle if he supposed to tell me more or not, and I think he goes with the second

 

Fox slammed on his brakes as I clutched my chest and drew in a deep breath.

"Scared?"

"Please slow down. I have enough people trying to kill me "

 

Begrudgingly, he did as I asked. A few more miles up the road, he curved to the right sharply, I rolled my eyes he can't play good for long

 

************

 

I'm trying to play it cool, but it's senseless. The anxiety makes me want to puke. In that moment, all I knew was that Fox had brought me here under false pretenses, and I was pissed. Okay, it wasn't really false pretenses. After all, Fox did say it was a perfect place to hide.

 

Of course, nobody in their right mind would look for me here. Of course, that's only because I'd have to be out of mine to stay here.

the silence occupied the room only the sound of Bear Grylls shouting and maneuvering throw fire, this man gain my whole attention, I mean why he would n't

 

 this man is giving me best Ideas about how to surviving the worst scenarios, and my worst scenario is Fox

 

And yeah by we, I mean me and Boo, the same old lady that was giving me my food when I was locked in that dark room, she is like him calm and silent and got thick accent more like Rider. She told me she is from Masco, Russia as Rider too

 

She takes care of every our needs, food even safety, yes she can shot and very good at it, I thought at first that Fox teach her, but it appears that she skilled him, and she is perfectly avoiding telling me what I already know about Fox

 

yes, she knows him very well that what I knew from Julia, she is more like a mother to him and I can clearly see it from the way he treated her, god he even apologized to her. That's something happens like once in a blue moon

 

We fall into an awkward silence. I stare at the old woman in long old fashion dress covering her wrinkled creamy skin, I can't stare at those amber eyes it gives me the creeps as if drilling in my soul like I'm too exposed; while she stares at me.

Not able to stand the awkwardness I need to clear the air and put the cards on the table.

 

I blurt out, "I'm not sorry about that day. you know I'll do it and run again and again", she so much reminds me of Fox, she is gazing at me with the same blank face that Fox ways give me when I talk to him.

 

I'm not apologizing for running, actually at the same day I ran from Fox just to be caught by Frank, I lied at her and gave her a fake list of what Fox's need just to get rid of her, because don't be deceived  of her old age old her simple look she is  terrifying more than Fox

she shrugs carelessly and gets up before heading away she gave me a sly smile, "I'd run too."

 

Wow. I'm completely stunned by her honesty. I open my mouth to speak when she looks past me and quickly go blank again as if nothing happened and I look up at her and hiss. 

"He's behind me... isn't he?"

 

The silence becomes thicker and thicker until I hear a loud thump followed by creaking. My curiosity gets the better of me and I turn.

He sits down gently and remains silent. His cold eyes dare me to speak.

The message is clear.

 

But I have no intention to, in fact, I didn't from two days ago, all I do is avoiding him her them and anything, as no one wants to speak and tell me anything and I'm not allowed to ask any questions about why the hell I'm here?

I don't know how to feel in a quiet place like this, in a place where there's no sign of life no cars noise no neighbors, the life stopped. 

 

I can't sleep I imagine the dead people all the time around me and to be honest I can't believe his story that the pollution is falsified. and what he meant by the 'we'

 

By who?, Who are they? , this question still hanged without an answer, I tried to get one but that effort get my ears scratched by rough roaring and gun pointed at my head by Fox

 

But that couldn't stop me from thinking about 'we' .... Fox and his team?, impossible... they are small thieves and drug dealers, they can't control such a thing and erase a whole town

 

Besides, anyone except Fox not exactly bad people. Now that my fear of them has worn off, I can see they aren't all bad.

 

My head tells me not to trust them, but my heart begs me to take a chance. I haven't had friends in a long time. And hanging out with Dan, Rider, and Julz ...it almost feels like friendship.

 

They always try to include me in their conversations...well, arguments, but I don't have a lot to say these days.

so I excused myself and go back to my prison box they call it room, I turned to leave but I bumped into something hard and I teetered

 

He steadied me by placing his large hands on my hips. I muttered quietly, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." he knew I am lying and gave me a look as if I'd lost my mind

 

I think it might be true.

"where you going fighter baby?", I smiled at the full energetic guy, holds out a plate stacked with brownies.

Looks like this will be another wasted meal.

 

Smiling a completely forced smile, I tell him, "waw, It looks great."

"Oh babe you can't miss this", wiggling his brows and wearing that smug smile

 

Still wearing a strained smile, I lie, "Sure. But I don't feel hungry", and turn to continue my way out

"Bullshit."

 

"I'm sorry", My head snaps up. At Dan, but he was waiving with horror his lift, Fox leaning calmly at the breakfast bar, not anymore, he scowls. Stomping over to me

 

I mentally sigh. I don't want to deal with him right now.

He leans down closer to me. "I said... bull... shit." Not sure what to say, I lower my head and easily back away saying without words I'm out

 

Fox goes on, "I don't give a fuck if you are hungry or not. Actually that normal in this situation. But I call bullshit on the attitude What's with all the pleases and thank yous?"

 

Julia answer before me with gasp "Fox!!"

Fox leans down and asks quietly, "Aren't you tired acting like a broken little lily"

 

"okay, Fox stop it"

Suddenly angry, I whisper through curled lips, "I'm am broken, Fox. Happy now?"

 

My anger fades and is replaced with humiliation when he answers, "Fuck no, in fact, this pitiful version of little lily makes me mad, bring back the old one. The 'pain in the ass' one."

I ball my fists tightly by my sides.

 

he scoffs, "wants a pity party. refuses to eat or get mad, oh C'mon joins us here in the real world." 

Just when I think I couldn't get angrier, I'm proved wrong when his lips touch the shell of my ear and he whispers, "You pathetic."

It all happens in slow motion.

 

Fox spots it and says "There she is, is she upset"

 

 a smirk draw on my lips before my fingers fisted the collar of his shirt, "Upset? That doesn't begin to cover it, you...you...kidnapping a**hole! You made it sound like we were going to be staying somewhere decent. Hell, I'd have settled for something livable, I have to cross my fingers and pray that I don't die in every time I'm stuck with you"

 

A muscle twitched in the side of his jaw. Tension built in his shoulders with tightly clasped hands. He tried to control his temper but failed miserably.

"Kidnapping? I can't believe you're going to start that crap again. You're a royal pain in my ass. I've never met a woman this frustrating in my entire life. You're a nothing but a spoiled brat!"

 

"Why? like that crap is not true?, didn't you kidnap me, Foxy," I asked with a sarcastic tone.

"What's next? huh?"

"you know what, Either you can stay here or take your chances with your  Frank," Fox said matter-of-factly.

 "I'm offering you an alternative to death, but it's up to you. If you want to leave, I'm not stopping you."

 

He knew I wouldn't leave. Where else did I have to go? Nope, I was stuck with him, even after he called me all those names.

The thing that bothered me most was that he meant them. Maybe I had reacted poorly to him misleading me, but he didn't have to be so harsh. I let the hurt feelings percolate through my system, then pushed them away

 

"Oh yeah after killing me, after the whole world knows that I am dead, my dad knows my best friend knows", even Mathew knows I shriek. Shaking, my chest heaves with every heavy breath I take.

Recap what happened the night before we leave the small bar

 

Fox looks stunned by my outburst. He stands with his hands outstretched in front of him in a pacifying gesture. "Calm down. you don't want to get yourself fucked up?"

 

"oh yeah" I pause stepping close, close enough to fly my fist on his chest over and over, " you ...don't ...know.. what.. I want. in fact no one knows"

 

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