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look in his eye, and his ill-contained amusement at my unease.
“Lia…” The nauseated feeling was swallowed back harshly. “What are yo––”
“Doing here?” he finished in the most nonchalant way that he could. Looking a little unkempt, the good few days’ worth of unshaved scruff coating his jaw, and the black shirt unbuttoned at the collar didn’t faze him. “Well, when my girlfriend up and leaves and I hear nothing from her in five days, I decided it was either meet you here, or call the police and report you as missing.” The grin broadened as he folded the paper and rested it in his lap. “I thought this way was better for everybody. It gave you some time to reevaluate things and come back home.” Home? Reevaluate things? Did he think I was insane? He tapped the padding of the seat beside him as if beckoning a puppy. “Come and sit.”
I shook my head. “No.”
“No?” It was barely a second passing before his expression grew to be hard and defiant. Seeing me refusing to relent, he sucked up a deep breath. “Fine,” he grinned, and before I knew what had happened, the seat beside me squealed and griped as his weight was lowered into the pleather stuffing.
“I should get them to call security.”
“Ah, but you wouldn’t.” He sounded almost jovial at my predictability. I went to crane my neck to face him, but instead stiffened as he leaned into my personal space, the overpowering smell of too much cologne, the warmth of his body and breath had me screwing my eyes tightly and silently kicking myself for insisting that I would be fine when Walker offered to accompany me. “You see, that will result in the involvement of further authorities, and say whatever you will, but remember that I’m not stupid, Kady baby,” he whispered into my ear before resuming after a few torturous seconds. “Strong, documented medical history carries more weight than hear say, if you catch my meaning.”
“Why are you doing this, Liam? Please, just leave me––”
“Leave you? No, no, no, no, no, Kady,” he chided. “I can’t leave you. Well, actually,” he sneered, “you can’t leave me. I won’t let you. I own you.” His hand gripping at my thigh turned every muscle in my body rigid. Forcing myself to chance a glance up at him, I silently cursed Laurie for taking so fucking long in the cafeteria.
“Wha––?” I began, but seeing the terrifyingly jovial smirk on his face, had me faltering. In that moment, I was sure that I would have been less intimidated seeing the Joker gut a rabbit. “What do you mean?”
“Financially, I may have kept you and the business running for years, but you have always been the nucleus, Kady. You’re the center––little Laurie and that Irish prick gravitate towards you. Still, you all seem to be forgetting how much of an influential man I am,” he scoffed. “I’m the fuel, the flame if you will…”––his upbeat tone and sickening smirk were replaced by one of hostility and menace as he leaned in closer––“One spark from me, and see everyone you love burn.”
My heart and lungs ceased right then and there with those words––that threat. In the back of my mind, I knew all along that this would have been a possibility. For days I had repeated the imagined words and possible events which Liam could easily set the wheels in motion for. Nothing could have prepared me to hear the actual words, however. The probability of that threat had just changed course. It wasn’t a ‘ what if’ any longer, it was very much real.
It was the moment a voice calling, “Kady Jenson, please,” traveled from beyond the waiting area doorway, which saw to it that my heart resumed its duty. I had never been as thankful in my life as I was then, finally being called away from the life-sucking monster that, only a few weeks ago, I called Lover.
Jell-O legs barely sustained my weight when I shunted myself out of the chair and made my way shakily toward the
“Lia…” The nauseated feeling was swallowed back harshly. “What are yo––”
“Doing here?” he finished in the most nonchalant way that he could. Looking a little unkempt, the good few days’ worth of unshaved scruff coating his jaw, and the black shirt unbuttoned at the collar didn’t faze him. “Well, when my girlfriend up and leaves and I hear nothing from her in five days, I decided it was either meet you here, or call the police and report you as missing.” The grin broadened as he folded the paper and rested it in his lap. “I thought this way was better for everybody. It gave you some time to reevaluate things and come back home.” Home? Reevaluate things? Did he think I was insane? He tapped the padding of the seat beside him as if beckoning a puppy. “Come and sit.”
I shook my head. “No.”
“No?” It was barely a second passing before his expression grew to be hard and defiant. Seeing me refusing to relent, he sucked up a deep breath. “Fine,” he grinned, and before I knew what had happened, the seat beside me squealed and griped as his weight was lowered into the pleather stuffing.
“I should get them to call security.”
“Ah, but you wouldn’t.” He sounded almost jovial at my predictability. I went to crane my neck to face him, but instead stiffened as he leaned into my personal space, the overpowering smell of too much cologne, the warmth of his body and breath had me screwing my eyes tightly and silently kicking myself for insisting that I would be fine when Walker offered to accompany me. “You see, that will result in the involvement of further authorities, and say whatever you will, but remember that I’m not stupid, Kady baby,” he whispered into my ear before resuming after a few torturous seconds. “Strong, documented medical history carries more weight than hear say, if you catch my meaning.”
“Why are you doing this, Liam? Please, just leave me––”
“Leave you? No, no, no, no, no, Kady,” he chided. “I can’t leave you. Well, actually,” he sneered, “you can’t leave me. I won’t let you. I own you.” His hand gripping at my thigh turned every muscle in my body rigid. Forcing myself to chance a glance up at him, I silently cursed Laurie for taking so fucking long in the cafeteria.
“Wha––?” I began, but seeing the terrifyingly jovial smirk on his face, had me faltering. In that moment, I was sure that I would have been less intimidated seeing the Joker gut a rabbit. “What do you mean?”
“Financially, I may have kept you and the business running for years, but you have always been the nucleus, Kady. You’re the center––little Laurie and that Irish prick gravitate towards you. Still, you all seem to be forgetting how much of an influential man I am,” he scoffed. “I’m the fuel, the flame if you will…”––his upbeat tone and sickening smirk were replaced by one of hostility and menace as he leaned in closer––“One spark from me, and see everyone you love burn.”
My heart and lungs ceased right then and there with those words––that threat. In the back of my mind, I knew all along that this would have been a possibility. For days I had repeated the imagined words and possible events which Liam could easily set the wheels in motion for. Nothing could have prepared me to hear the actual words, however. The probability of that threat had just changed course. It wasn’t a ‘ what if’ any longer, it was very much real.
It was the moment a voice calling, “Kady Jenson, please,” traveled from beyond the waiting area doorway, which saw to it that my heart resumed its duty. I had never been as thankful in my life as I was then, finally being called away from the life-sucking monster that, only a few weeks ago, I called Lover.
Jell-O legs barely sustained my weight when I shunted myself out of the chair and made my way shakily toward the
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