Read Online Love Me (Trust Series #2) by Kristin Mayer - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Kristin Mayer
Tags: Contemporary Romance
Ads: Link
my stomach bottoms out.
I gasp as Damien pulls me to the corner behind him and yells, “Bane!”
Immediately, two guys run into my apartment and are in front of us. With his gun drawn, Bane starts searching my small apartment. My hands are glued to Damien’s back as I scrunch his shirt fabric tightly in my grip, pulling him as close as possible to me.
My apartment is in utter shambles. The leather couch is ripped to shreds, and feathers lay all over the room. My canvas artwork of pictures I have taken are either broken or totally ruined. Most are slashed into multiple pieces. I just stand there in shock at the sight.
Am I really in my apartment? It feels like a bad nightmare.
My eyes snap up to the wall where bright red letters are written hastily across the entire wall.
Damien tries to turn me around, but I can’t tear my eyes away from my former haven. My emotions are all over the place.
I feel violated, contaminated, and terrified.
This guy got to me—again.
Damien keeps murmuring, “It’s going to be okay,” over and over and over again, but his voice is barely audible, like he’s been put on mute.
The kitchen looks the same as the rest of the apartment, like a wrecking ball had a good time in there.
Bane has returned from searching the rest of the apartment, and he holsters his gun.
Damien’s voice finally starts to break through at normal volume. “Bane, I thought you checked this place.”
He’s pissed beyond belief.
Bane looks agitated as a vein bulges on his bald head. “We did—two hours ago. Since then, someone has been posted outside the entire time. No activity occurred in or out of the front door, sir. All other exits are locked from the inside and were previously checked. A security code is required to get in the back door.”
The military-laced voice echoes in my head as it all sinks in.
Damien states. “Bane, we need to find this fucking asshole.”
I just stand there, immobile, and I don’t even hear Bane’s response. Without thinking, I start to move toward my bedroom.
Damien grabs my hand. “Alli…”
I need to see the rest.
Bane is the next one to speak up. “Mr. Wales, I would advise against Mrs. Wales seeing any more of the apartment.”
Damien moves to further hinder my process.
Looking at him, I whisper, “I need to see it all.”
I don’t know why there’s a part of me that needs to see how far into my life this asshole got. It’s as if the further he penetrated my apartment, the closer he got to me. I have to know.
“Alli, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Please.”
He doesn’t respond. I continue to move toward my bedroom. Damien stays close to me. Glancing into the bathroom, I see the shower curtain is ripped down, toiletries are scattered across the floor, and the pictures are smashed and hanging cockeyed on the wall.
Whoever this was stayed in my place for a long time.
Walking into my bedroom, I gasp. Bad idea…bad idea…horrible idea. I should have listened to Damien.
For all that is holy…
This creep just got a hell of a lot creepier. The linens and bed are torn to shreds. The mattress has a big gash down it. Clothes are spread around and ripped. The pictures on my dresser are slashed in half. They are ones of Damien and me that I took at various times throughout our relationship. The halves with me are…missing.
A numbness sets in throughout my body. This person has come into my personal space twice today.
Twice.
I am totally freaked out. Looking to the right, I see a message painted on the wall above my bed in red. It’s written to Damien.
My hand instinctively goes to my mouth.
My legs collapse from under me. Damien grabs me immediately and takes me out of the room. My head goes to his chest, and I close my eyes. Footsteps echo on the wood floors as Damien walks me through the hallway. A few tears trickle down my face. I want back in my bubble.
Damien starts issuing commands in a rapid-fire pace as he continues to
I gasp as Damien pulls me to the corner behind him and yells, “Bane!”
Immediately, two guys run into my apartment and are in front of us. With his gun drawn, Bane starts searching my small apartment. My hands are glued to Damien’s back as I scrunch his shirt fabric tightly in my grip, pulling him as close as possible to me.
My apartment is in utter shambles. The leather couch is ripped to shreds, and feathers lay all over the room. My canvas artwork of pictures I have taken are either broken or totally ruined. Most are slashed into multiple pieces. I just stand there in shock at the sight.
Am I really in my apartment? It feels like a bad nightmare.
My eyes snap up to the wall where bright red letters are written hastily across the entire wall.
Damien tries to turn me around, but I can’t tear my eyes away from my former haven. My emotions are all over the place.
I feel violated, contaminated, and terrified.
This guy got to me—again.
Damien keeps murmuring, “It’s going to be okay,” over and over and over again, but his voice is barely audible, like he’s been put on mute.
The kitchen looks the same as the rest of the apartment, like a wrecking ball had a good time in there.
Bane has returned from searching the rest of the apartment, and he holsters his gun.
Damien’s voice finally starts to break through at normal volume. “Bane, I thought you checked this place.”
He’s pissed beyond belief.
Bane looks agitated as a vein bulges on his bald head. “We did—two hours ago. Since then, someone has been posted outside the entire time. No activity occurred in or out of the front door, sir. All other exits are locked from the inside and were previously checked. A security code is required to get in the back door.”
The military-laced voice echoes in my head as it all sinks in.
Damien states. “Bane, we need to find this fucking asshole.”
I just stand there, immobile, and I don’t even hear Bane’s response. Without thinking, I start to move toward my bedroom.
Damien grabs my hand. “Alli…”
I need to see the rest.
Bane is the next one to speak up. “Mr. Wales, I would advise against Mrs. Wales seeing any more of the apartment.”
Damien moves to further hinder my process.
Looking at him, I whisper, “I need to see it all.”
I don’t know why there’s a part of me that needs to see how far into my life this asshole got. It’s as if the further he penetrated my apartment, the closer he got to me. I have to know.
“Alli, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Please.”
He doesn’t respond. I continue to move toward my bedroom. Damien stays close to me. Glancing into the bathroom, I see the shower curtain is ripped down, toiletries are scattered across the floor, and the pictures are smashed and hanging cockeyed on the wall.
Whoever this was stayed in my place for a long time.
Walking into my bedroom, I gasp. Bad idea…bad idea…horrible idea. I should have listened to Damien.
For all that is holy…
This creep just got a hell of a lot creepier. The linens and bed are torn to shreds. The mattress has a big gash down it. Clothes are spread around and ripped. The pictures on my dresser are slashed in half. They are ones of Damien and me that I took at various times throughout our relationship. The halves with me are…missing.
A numbness sets in throughout my body. This person has come into my personal space twice today.
Twice.
I am totally freaked out. Looking to the right, I see a message painted on the wall above my bed in red. It’s written to Damien.
My hand instinctively goes to my mouth.
My legs collapse from under me. Damien grabs me immediately and takes me out of the room. My head goes to his chest, and I close my eyes. Footsteps echo on the wood floors as Damien walks me through the hallway. A few tears trickle down my face. I want back in my bubble.
Damien starts issuing commands in a rapid-fire pace as he continues to
Similar Books
