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livid, but he still sounds completely in control of himself.
“Kill her, and you’ll never get your chip,” I respond.
He presses the gun against her head harder, making her cry out. She must be terrified. The realization that all of this is my fault stabs at my insides. Focus!
“It’ll be OK,” I say, to reassure her as well as my own frazzled nerves.
Adrenaline is coursing through me as I grip the knife in my left hand tightly. It’s so small when folded; he probably hasn’t spotted it yet.
I slowly raise my other hand, as though I’m surrendering.
“Wait. I’ll give you the chip, and you give me the girl, OK?”
“No sudden movements!” Fletch warns me.
I fumble with my left shirt pocket, opening the button on the flap and then pretend to reach inside with my left hand. Before he’s able to see what I’m up to, I quickly transfer the knife into my right hand, while continuing to rummage around in the pocket for the non-existent chip. Then I remove my hand, grabbing hold of a bit of fluff from the shirt fabric between my forefinger and thumb and hold it up ahead of me.
This is when the spotlights turn things in my favor. There’s no way he’ll be able to make out what I’ve got in my hand without coming closer.
Fletch looks up, straining to see whether I’ve got what he wants, and relaxes his hold on Tess’s throat.
This is my chance.
Just as I’d practiced in training so many times before, I quickly flip open the knife and throw it straight at him. The sharp blade pierces his eye, making him stumble backward.
He screams. The gun falls to the floor with a loud, echoed clang, and I charge ahead, reaching Tess and Fletch within the blink of an eye. I grab the knife, and force it in further, beyond the crunch of bone, right into his skull. He stops screaming as his limbs start to twitch.
I focus my attention on Tess now, who is softly crying into the black cloth bag.
“Shhh… It’s OK,” I say, while freeing up her face, using the dirty cloth to wipe my bloodstained hand.
Big, tear-stained eyes look up at me, making me melt inside. What is it about this girl that she can make me feel this way? I’ve always liked the company of women, favoring to keep things casual as most guys I know do, but never like this. I’ve never felt
normal
around any of them.
“They thought we worked together. They didn’t believe me when I said that we didn’t. I thought they were going to hurt me if I didn’t tell them anything else. How did they know my name? Who are these people?” Tess rambles, then pauses and simply stares at me in silence for a moment. “I missed you.”
It’s my fault. All of it. I put her life in danger by involving her last week. Although I missed her, I can’t find the words to respond to her, so focus on the task at hand instead.
I lean over behind her chair, pull the knife out of Fletch’s head, and wipe the blood off before using it to cut through Tess’s restraints. She wraps her arms around me tightly as soon as she’s free, clinging on to me for dear life. I may have just rescued her, but her embrace makes me feel like I’m the one being set free. Will I ever get used to how she affects me? I hope not.
“Holy shit, that’s disgusting!” she exclaims, as soon as she spots Fletch’s dead body behind her chair. “People keep dying whenever we’re together!”
I’m not sure why, but something in her tone makes me chuckle. At least, this time she didn’t faint.
“Let’s hope this is the last time that happens,” I remark, though something tells me it’s not. People ending up dead is an occupational hazard I thought I’d gotten used to by now. Her involvement changes everything.
Chapter Five
I’m still terrified; my heart is hammering in my throat, and my knees are jelly, and yet I’m thrilled to see Liam again. I just wish it were under different circumstances…
Forcing myself to look away from the horrifying image of the dead guy in the gangster
“Kill her, and you’ll never get your chip,” I respond.
He presses the gun against her head harder, making her cry out. She must be terrified. The realization that all of this is my fault stabs at my insides. Focus!
“It’ll be OK,” I say, to reassure her as well as my own frazzled nerves.
Adrenaline is coursing through me as I grip the knife in my left hand tightly. It’s so small when folded; he probably hasn’t spotted it yet.
I slowly raise my other hand, as though I’m surrendering.
“Wait. I’ll give you the chip, and you give me the girl, OK?”
“No sudden movements!” Fletch warns me.
I fumble with my left shirt pocket, opening the button on the flap and then pretend to reach inside with my left hand. Before he’s able to see what I’m up to, I quickly transfer the knife into my right hand, while continuing to rummage around in the pocket for the non-existent chip. Then I remove my hand, grabbing hold of a bit of fluff from the shirt fabric between my forefinger and thumb and hold it up ahead of me.
This is when the spotlights turn things in my favor. There’s no way he’ll be able to make out what I’ve got in my hand without coming closer.
Fletch looks up, straining to see whether I’ve got what he wants, and relaxes his hold on Tess’s throat.
This is my chance.
Just as I’d practiced in training so many times before, I quickly flip open the knife and throw it straight at him. The sharp blade pierces his eye, making him stumble backward.
He screams. The gun falls to the floor with a loud, echoed clang, and I charge ahead, reaching Tess and Fletch within the blink of an eye. I grab the knife, and force it in further, beyond the crunch of bone, right into his skull. He stops screaming as his limbs start to twitch.
I focus my attention on Tess now, who is softly crying into the black cloth bag.
“Shhh… It’s OK,” I say, while freeing up her face, using the dirty cloth to wipe my bloodstained hand.
Big, tear-stained eyes look up at me, making me melt inside. What is it about this girl that she can make me feel this way? I’ve always liked the company of women, favoring to keep things casual as most guys I know do, but never like this. I’ve never felt
normal
around any of them.
“They thought we worked together. They didn’t believe me when I said that we didn’t. I thought they were going to hurt me if I didn’t tell them anything else. How did they know my name? Who are these people?” Tess rambles, then pauses and simply stares at me in silence for a moment. “I missed you.”
It’s my fault. All of it. I put her life in danger by involving her last week. Although I missed her, I can’t find the words to respond to her, so focus on the task at hand instead.
I lean over behind her chair, pull the knife out of Fletch’s head, and wipe the blood off before using it to cut through Tess’s restraints. She wraps her arms around me tightly as soon as she’s free, clinging on to me for dear life. I may have just rescued her, but her embrace makes me feel like I’m the one being set free. Will I ever get used to how she affects me? I hope not.
“Holy shit, that’s disgusting!” she exclaims, as soon as she spots Fletch’s dead body behind her chair. “People keep dying whenever we’re together!”
I’m not sure why, but something in her tone makes me chuckle. At least, this time she didn’t faint.
“Let’s hope this is the last time that happens,” I remark, though something tells me it’s not. People ending up dead is an occupational hazard I thought I’d gotten used to by now. Her involvement changes everything.
Chapter Five
I’m still terrified; my heart is hammering in my throat, and my knees are jelly, and yet I’m thrilled to see Liam again. I just wish it were under different circumstances…
Forcing myself to look away from the horrifying image of the dead guy in the gangster
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