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I’m not scared of anything.
I’m not scared of anyone.
My eyes fall on him. He’s inside the cage, his fingers hooked through the fence. He’s topless, with his hundreds of tattoos on display. Dirty blond hair, eyes a blue so deep the ocean doesn’t compare.
And just like that, I know Ivan will be dead in a few minutes. I know I’m going to lose my town tonight.
I can’t move, captivated by a dangerous smile only the devil knows how to wield. Terrifying and tempting at the same time.
I’m Kayla King.
I’m not scared of anyone except one person.
“Hello, little sunflower. Did you miss me?”
Nathan White.
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NATHAN
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Only one thing could make this moment more perfect. A camera.
Anything that could immortalize her reaction.
It wasn’t always easy for me to read people. I had to memorize feelings and human reactions like someone learning a new language. When you don’t understand something, you study. Otherwise, you’re at a disadvantage. I have mastered the understanding of feelings. Basic human emotions aren’t that complicated when you put effort into reading them.
I can read the average person like an open book. I observe what make people tick just for the fun of it. I’m pretty sure I would have made a great detective. Maybe a special unit or something. I can imitate feeling empathy for people if I try hard enough. When I really put effort into it, I’ll even shed a tear or two if necessary.
There’s something about Kayla King I always found difficult to read, though. That’s the problem when someone has made an effort to put up a front.
But there’s one thing she was never able to hide from me.
Her fear.
Because that’s something she rarely feels, and when she does, she doesn’t know how to hide it.
The woman has faced death more times than the people around her combined. She’s been threatened, had guns pointed at her head, knives under her throat, and been cornered by enemies in dark alleys. She’s seen it all.
She hasn’t needed to hide fear because she genuinely rarely feels it anymore.
She hasn’t learned to control the trembling of her lower lip, or her darting eyes. She can’t stop the slight flaring of her nostrils and the line that creases between her eyebrows.
A beautiful deer caught in headlights.
The mix of shock and terror on her face is an image I will probably be touching myself to later. Because fuck, if there’s something that turns me on, it’s seeing the one and only woman on the North Shore everyone calls fearless, scared for her insignificant, pathetic life.
Scared because she knows she risks no one’s wrath but mine.
Scared because she’s always prepared for anything, but she couldn’t have been prepared for this. I made sure of that.
But mainly, she and I both know the reason she should fear for her life is because she took something from me no one else had before. Something I would never allow anyone to take.
My freedom.
And God only knows I’m about to do the exact same to her.
