Chapter 2
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Metal bit into my wrists.
Despite the fact that my handcuffs were too tight, I barely felt them. My body was numb, and my thoughts were a chaotic mixture of disbelief and anger.
Damien had set me up. My own brother.
I should have anticipated it.’ He had been making subtle power moves, secret meetings on the boards and telling me to trust him, which ultimately led to my being labeled a criminal while riding in the back seat of an SUV.
Despite the city's blurred vision, its tinted windows were marked with neon lights. I forced myself to take a deep breath and contemplate.'
The officer in the front passenger seat looked me up in their rearview mirror and said, "Miss Moreau.".
I could hear him, but he didn't speak much. Pity? Disgust?
I relaxed my shoulders. "This is a mistake.".
Driver snorted, saying: 'That's what everybody says.
I locked my head together. "I never took something away from me.".
I want to know, what about that.’ The driver flicked the steering wheel in a smooth motion, taking us through an almost empty intersection.
With my hands clasped, I breathed deeply and pressed them into my lap. Panic wouldn't help. I had to stay calm. Think. Fight.
Then the world flipped.
I was smashed into metal and sent flying with my body in an imperceptible manner.'". My shoulder slammed into the seat as the police car spun out of control. Glass shattered. Tires screeched. It emitted the distinct smell of burning rubber.
The driver's voice echoed in his head, "Wow, I can do this!".
The car jerked abruptly before coming to a complete stop.
For a second, silence.
Then—chaos.
A forceful shouting compelled the passenger door to be opened. "Get out of here!" loud and clear.
My head snapped up. The doorway was dominated by a figure dressed in black, with his face cast by streetlights. It appeared to be quite large.
Officer reached for his gun.
Too slow.
The man moved like lightning. With a sharp c***k in the knuckles, the officer crumpled and was unconscious.
The driver stumbled upon his radio. "Code," the text message reads.
A gun c****d.
Don't do it. The man's voice was composed.
Deadly.
The driver froze.
I experienced a brief moment of breathlessness. What's the story behind this man?
His eyes flickered at me. "Stop.".
I hesitated.
The second SUV door swung open, and an equally muscular man reached for my arm. "Move forward.".
My protest was muted when he pulled me out of the wreckage.
Cold night air slapped my skin, shocking me into being.? This wasn't a rescue. This was something else.
My body swung in his embrace. "Leave me alone!".
He remained silent. "Unfortunately, it's not an option.".
"Your identity is a mystery to me....
He pushed me into the waiting black SUV on the curb.'".
“Get in.”.
I positioned my feet. "You're welcome." No one to judge me.
After the first man's reaction, he sighed and touched his nose. "We don't have time for this." The man nodded and thanked his partner.
Before I could react, my strong arms were tied around my waist, lifting me like I was weighing zero.
“Stand on me, you son of a—”.
“Master, your mouth is in danger.’ His voice was full of laughter but held a firm grip.
The back door swung open. The leather seat fell to the ground after I was pounced upon.
The doors slammed shut.
The engine roared.
In the meantime, I departed.
Somewhere in Manhattan.
Despite my attempts to breathe easier, I was still under the influence of adrenaline. My wrists were strained from the cuffs, my body was stiff after the collision.'
Across the road, the man who had me removed from the police car was visibly annoyed and relaxed.
Dark hair. Sharpened features. His cheek marked by a scar. His icy and unreadable eyes scrutinized me as if I were a puzzle that he was not eager to solve.
I pressed my lips down and whispered: "Who's this guy?".
With his back straight, arms bowed on the seat like they were royalty. “The individual who saved your life.” He nodded off.
My eyes widened with gratitude. "I didn't need to save anything.".
A short laugh. “Right. Was the idea of being handcuffed a part of your plan to go to prison?
I saw my nails digging into my palms. “I'm not sure what they are accusing me of.”.
"He raised his head.". Ring a bell?”.
My heart was filled with anger once more. “This is a complete fabrication.”.
“I know.”.
It didn't come naturally to me. "So what," I mused.
Your actions were about to become a major inconvenience for those with significant power.'".
I frowned. “You mean Damien?”.
He smirked, but didn't confirm.
I ejaculated, my hands in place on my lap. "What's the matter?". Would you be willing to take a picture with me? For what? Ransom?”.
The tone of his voice swung. "Not everything is about money, little princess.".
His statement didn't sit well with me..
“Then what do you want?”.
He didn't answer. He opted to insert himself into his jacket. I felt my heart rate increase, thinking he was pulling out a weapon.'".
But it wasn't a gun.
It was a key.
He reached for the cuffs and unlocked them without hesitation.' After the metal fell, it left traces of its moisture on my skin.
I stooped with caution as I watched him, wondering "What's your intention for helping me?".
The seat was touched by his fingers. "We have a shared enemy, that's for sure.".
I swallowed hard. “Damien.”.
A slow, knowing smirk.
There was something about me that made it feel cold.
I had recently escaped from one of the prisons.
And walked straight into another.
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