Expect a life where you have to stay on your feet and be ready. Just be ready for anything, even if you don’t know what you’re prepping for.
Be ready…
Yet… I allowed Xander Cage to fool me.
Was it his charm?
No…
It wasn’t charm.
It was him…
Men tried to charm me out of my dignity all the time. They saw me and saw the outside, became fascinated with the exterior of me. They liked how I looked.
Platinum blond hair and big tits. That was how one asshole described me.
It was true though. That was how I looked.
Xander, however, seemed to look past that and saw me, the person I was inside. Me the artist who wanted to show the world her imagination, me the girl who was aching to pursue her dreams, me the woman who was trapped in the darkness of the underworld with a monster for a father.
That was why I liked him, it was that part.
But it was a lie.
I stood before him, hands steady on the gun I held on him, steady and trying my very best not to falter. It felt wrong to be pointing the gun at him… it felt so wrong. The lie though made it right.
He wasn’t who he’d said he was, he said so himself.
I’d learned a lot in the last few hours.
Heard too much.
Heardfartoo much.
The kind of stuff I could get killed for.
He was some kind of official. That was what I’d worked out. Maybe a cop. That was my first thought as I heard him discussing plans with his people.
That was what happened earlier. It happened just over an hour ago. Although it felt like a dream. Or, actually, it was more of a nightmare. Like it wasn’t quite real at all because it got me here to this point where instead of being happy to see him, I was holding a gun at him.
I went to him last night to say goodbye. I slept with him and believed his promises. I believed he really cared about me.
Then I’d fallen asleep.
I could laugh… sleep was always the thing that took him away from me. Always. This time was the worst.
I fell asleep and woke up when I heard him on the phone telling someone he wasn’t who he was. He left his apartment and I followed him to the warehouse facility and heard him talking to his people.
The man with the eye patch—Ethan— reminded him he’d have to kill. They were talking about me. His superior or whoever that guy was, laid down the law reminding him who I was.
Xander answered and said he’d do what he had to do.
Meaning he’d kill me if he had to. I wasn’t stupid. What else could his answer mean?
Nobody told me this… I heard it and saw it all for myself.
That was the thing that hurt the most. I saw and heard it all for myself.
