Page 3 of Emotional Descent


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“I said I will shoot you. Do you want to test that theory?”

I cringed but realized he wasn’t talking to me. His eyes were on me but the statement was for Chris—not Chris—who threw his hands up again.

What the hell? Did this guy have supernatural peripheral vision?

“Please get in the car. You can leave after I get him situated.”

“But why can’t I leave now?” I asserted and he groaned in annoyance.

“Get in the fucking car.”

I huffed and sank into the seat, barely pulling my legs up before he slammed the door. I watched through the windshield as he tucked the gun behind his back, then approached Chris who looked like he was about to bolt again, but Trouble punched him hard. Three times, dead in the face, snapping his head back violently each time.

He grabbed one of Chris’s arms, twisted it behind his back, forced him against the exterior brick wall, shoving him hard to keep him contained. One hand reached into Chris’s pocket and removed something that Trouble transitioned to his own pocket. A few minutes more of searching his person occurred then Chris was in handcuffs while being dragged to the car. I seriously thought about running but instead watched through the rearview as Chris was dumped into the trunk.

“What is going on?” I whispered with my heart pounding. When the driver's side door opened, I yanked open the passenger one but before I could make my escape, his hand was on my forearm holding me in place.

“I didn’t see anything. Can I just go please?”

When I turned my head, Trouble was staring at me. His dark expression lightened just a little because of the cocky smile but he still looked scary.

“You didn’t see anything because I didn’t do anything.”

My eyes narrowed. “You just kidnapped two people at gunpoint. Punched one in the face, handcuffed him, and threw him in the trunk.”

“He’s a wanted man.”

“And you’re not? Your name is Trouble.”

He smirked in such a cocky manner that I wanted to smile but the guy had a gun on me.

“No I’m not and I told you I wasn’t gonna do shit to you. I actually just saved your ass and your bank account.”

“What?”

He let me go and reached into his pocket, removing my wallet which he held up.

“How…” I glanced over my shoulder. “He stole my wallet?”

“Yeah, I watched him do it.”

My eyes narrowed again. “How long were you there?”

“I followed him to the restaurant. Saw you arrive in your Uber and came inside to watch the very painful exchange you two had.”

“You spied on us all night.”

“I watched my target to determine the best time to drag him away.”

“At my expense?” I glared at him and he smiled.

“You went on a date with the guy. It wasn’t my job to save you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Can I have my wallet please?”

He eased my license out, glanced at my name, then me. “Say thank you first, Keiris.”

“Absolutely not. Give me that.” I extended a hand and he moved the contents out of my reach, shifting his hand between the seat and the door.

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