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His jaw ticks. That’s a yes then.
“I won't say anything,” I plead.
“You already said too much,” he states as though I’m stupid. “Make your choice now, Avery!” He lifts the gun and points it at me. My eyes zero in on the barrel.
Oh God.
I don't want to die. I’m not ready. I wanted to start living and experience everything I felt I was missing out on whilst I was with Simon. I still want to travel and learn new skills, put them to use and get a better job or start my own business. I want a family!
He walks towards me, and I panic, making an escape for the door. He’s faster than me, smarter even. With a sharp tug on the only thing close enough for him to grab, my hair, he hauls me back, his gun pressed against the soft flesh under my chin.
“Not fucking clever!” he seethes.
“I’m sorry.” I cup the gun and beg him with watery eyes, praying he will allow me to walk out of here with my life. Even if it is to go with him. I flick a look at the camera, but something tells me it’s off.
Jamieson’s jaw squares. He steps back and holds his hand out, gesturing for me to go first, then he escorts me out of the room and down the hall. This police department is dirty. They never had any intention of seeking justice for Jeff. The one place where I should feel safe, be safe, just handed me over to this man. I blink over my shoulder at his harsh face, trying to fathom who he really is. Rather than heading towards the main entrance, he steers me in the other direction. What will my parents think? Will I ever see them again? And Simon, will he be next? I can’t warn him. Oh God. My legs wobble and my feet slow. Jamieson’s hand cups my elbow, holding me upright.
“Keep walking, Blue, I’d hate to mess up that pretty face,” he threatens, making me whimper.
I feel disgusted with myself. After meeting him on the street, I’ve thought of nothing else. His beauty and playful banter kept my mind occupied from the current hell it’s been in. I’d left him standing leaning against his car, my mind whirring with a hundred things I had no right wishing for. I’d chided my brain for allowing me to think of him when I was still in a relationship with Simon, scoffed at myself for hoping to bump into him again, but mostly I’d been surprised that a man of his stature had even looked twice at a sweaty, anxious mess like me. It had given my confidence a huge boost and encouraged me to take further steps to finalise things with Simon. I’d even started searching for apartments.
In all the years Simon and I have been together, never once have I looked at other men. I had little choice with Jamieson; he had demanded my attention without asking for it. He had woken up my sleepy heart and reminded me there is more out there than just routine and the habit of my high school sweetheart.
Simon isn’t a bad guy, he’s just not the right guy for me, and whilst I can appreciate everything we shared together, we have lost our spark. For the first time in years, I felt it again under the intense gaze of Jamieson. What I experienced back on the street was lust, a lot of it, but now, it’s been replaced by the sickly ball of fear.
Who the hell is this man, and what the hell was Jeff involved with?
What am I involved with?
Is he taking me to Parker?
4
JAMIESON
Avery Anderson.
My little Bluebird, with her bright-as-fuck sky-blue eyes and dark wispy hair, she’s a vision, petite, pretty, and as fragile as a baby bird. I want to crush and protect her all at once.
I press my gun into her back and push her towards my car, parked on the curbside just outside the station. As soon as we are free of the grounds and outside the gated lot, I grip her neck, enjoying her wince.
“Funny, I wanted to cross paths with you again, and yet you practically fall into my lap.” I abandoned a board meeting to come end the one witness that could unravel more than just the identity of a loan shark. Especially when that shark works for us. Parker Judd has been chained to The Panel for most of his adult life. He’s not a man I overly like, but my father likes to think of him as a pet. With Parker’s insight, we’ve gained information about some low-life politicians and criminals, and having someone work the books for us allows us to get messy without worrying it will leak into the wrong hands.
Hands like Miss Anderson’s, who could rattle the pristine gates of our world.
She stays quiet, and I commend her resilience this far. Most would be begging for mercy by now, crying in the hope their tears will buy their freedom. Not my girl. She keeps stoically quiet as I usher her into the back seat of the car and get in beside her. Is she terrified? Absolutely, but that defiant sparkle I witnessed in the rain is tinkering below the surface.
“Hands,” I demand softly, and she blinks up at me in shock. I lift my own wrists together, showing her what I want from her. Biting her lip and blinking tears onto her lashes, she holds up her shaky arms. Rubin passes a cable tie to me from the front and I snap her wrists together. “Sit back.” Once she does as she’s told, I clip her in.
“Are you going to kill me?” she croaks quietly.
“No, but where I’m taking you, it’s going to be hard to keep you alive,” I mutter, knowing full well my brothers will fly off the handle when they see Avery. Rubin’s brows shoot up, but I ignore him.
Fear, revulsion, and shock are clear emotions on her face, and I wonder what it is about her that has made my gut cramp on inspection. She’s clearly beautiful and nothing like the leggy blondes I usually favour. I could put a bullet right in her skull and be done with her. Problem solved for both her and my brothers. But the only thing I want to put inside her is my dick.
“Keep in my favour, Avery, and you might just get to fly after all.” She frowns and looks away, visibly distraught.
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