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Ava's POV Tears sprang into my eyes. I didn't leave the states, running away from an abusive man, just to walk into the den of another. It's as though I have caught his fancy. And he's going to do with me, whatever he wants to do. The tip of the blade dug a little deeper into my flesh than necessary when I breathed. “I'm sorry.” I spew out. Nervousness took over me and I started to remember what happened with my ex. The fear and everything creeped into me. It made me breathe faster. Like I was having a panic attack. I haven't had that in a while now. They only happen when Kayden hits me too much. And that happened like three weeks before I left him. I felt the knife drop from my neck and my breathing started to balance out a little. Not too much, but I could see through my tears now. And that was because he switched the light on. “You know, for such a little thing like you, you don't seem to know how to mind your business.” He said, nonchalantly. I raised my hand to touch my
Ava's POV The humiliation I felt earlier still throbbed through my body alongside the pain I felt in my right hand that was crushed as I opened the door to my new apartment. Well, I tried to open it with all of my strength and I finally did. I walked into the apartment blindly, not looking at my front and stumbled over the packed box that I had not touched yet. I fell face first and injured myself by hitting my head on the vase that I had not moved out of the way also. “Ouch.” I yelped and groaned as I felt an excruciating pain that walked it way from my injured hand right to my head. I sat up and rest on the couch. Tears sprang into my eyes as the pain continued. At this point, I think I'm just unlucky. There is no way in hell that all of these will happen to me on the same day. After running from an abusive ex who has treated me like the dirt under his shoes for as long as I can remember, I didn't expect that I would get princess treatment from other men. The least I could
~AVA's POV~ “Thank you so much for your help. Those men have been harassing me ever since I started working here a few days ago. It's been so hard keeping them away, but because of both of you, they're finally gone for good,” Archie stepped forward, speaking with genuine gratitude. “No, it’s fine. I just did what any other woman would’ve done—” I began to say, but a voice suddenly cut in. “Archie! Stop gossiping around and get your lazy ass over here! I step out for a few damn minutes and come back to meet chaos in my shop? What nonsense is this?!” Archie flinched. “Oh no, my Madame is pissed. I’ve got to go,” she whispered, then rushed off in a panic. I exhaled deeply as I looked around. The customers had begun to leave after the fight. Maybe because they got too uncomfortable and scared to stay back and besides, the fight was over, and the coffees weren't ready so they had no reason to stay. Slowly, the coffee shop became empty with only me and Jaxon being left in there as th
~AVA's POV~ It's been exactly four hours since I arrived in Evermore Town, and the weather here was freezing in the morning but the good thing about it was that I loved it! The town itself was small and quiet, the kind of place where life moved slowly. People went about their routines with ease, and there was something comforting in that simplicity. It was undoubtedly what I needed right now. Just some peace and quiet. A sense of safety without the constant dread that had haunted me for so long. “That punk showed up at my house exactly ten minutes after you left. He made a fuss when I told him I didn’t know where you were. Even went as far as to threaten me with the same dagger he almost used on you,” Cas gisted over the phone, and I was stunned but not exactly surprised. “But guess what?” “What?” I asked curiously. “I gave him a taste of his own medicine for hurting you. And no, don't tell me anything because he didn't just hit you, he almost scarred your face! Letting him of
~AVA's POV~ My eyes widened, terrified by the sight before me. Has he finally gone crazy or is he just joking? Why the fuck is he pointing a dagger at me? My heart rammed harder against my ribs the moment Kayden took another step and then my instincts kicked in. It was at that moment that I knew I needed to get the hell out of there, to run for my life before he does something insane because right now, he clearly didn't look like he was sane at all. Before I could blink within the next second, the cold metal was already pressed to my neck, grazing my skin as Kayden trapped me against the wall behind. My throat suddenly went dry, but I dared not swallow. I couldn't even utter a word like I did before, not to think of screaming for help when I had something this sharp terrifyingly close to my neck. Screaming for help was almost like calling onto death. Is this happening because I told him I was done? Because I finally said the words I’d been holding back for so long? I’d sp
INTRO: She moved in looking for peace and quiet but too bad I have a fetish for good girls. She’s got a smile made for angels and a body built to break sinners… guess I’m first in line because every time she calls me a ‘jerk' and tells me to stay away, I wonder how she’ll sound screaming it with her legs over my shoulders—JAXON CROSS. He terrifies me. Bullies me. Says things that should make me want to run far, far away… But not enough to stop wondering what his hands would feel like around my waist… my throat… or... my thighs. — AVA SINCLAIR. ~AVA's POV~ I couldn’t stop smiling as I stepped out of colleague's car. The evening air was warm against my skin, and for once, it didn’t feel suffocating. I could finally breath at last. “Thanks for the ride,” I said, brushing my hair behind my ear as I slung my bag over my shoulder. Silas smiled, a casual nod that made me feel normal. “Anytime,” he said. “See you tomorrow, Ava. Also looking forward to dropping you off at home again,”