Chapter 2

Emily Warner

My eyes widened and his hands instinctively covered my mouth as he realized I was about to scream.

I tried to fight him off but I think those were like baby punches for him. He just looked at me deep in my eyes as he put a finger on his mouth, almost requesting me not to shout.

I looked at him and his eyes were pitch black, he had an unsettlingly symmetrical face as he stood taller to me and possibly taller to my door frame.

I took in his clothing and they looked like military tracks and shoes with a forest green t-shirt. They weren’t excessively tight but I could still see his muscles prominently.

Maybe he is a military guy who has been wronged even though he is a patriot and loves his country to death.

What if he is from a rival nation?

Okay I need to stop binge watching on N*****x because this is getting out of hand.

I looked up at him, his eyes were on the door but his hand didn’t loosen around my mouth even for a second.

I started struggling again when I heard a few shots being fired, making me freeze in my place.

No, I want my old life back, I can live with a heartbreak. I don’t want to get involved in a murder then have no choice but to join a crime family and then avenge my brother’s death.

Emily, can you please stop reading mafia romances? Also, you don’t have a brother.

My brain coaxed me and I snapped out of my thoughts to see that man looking at me, and taking in my appearance.

I suddenly became very conscious when I realized I was wearing the worst clothes I could possibly find to meet an attractive hero or assassin?

I realized I was breathing excessively as my eyes didn’t leave his. I was feeling an unexpected immobilizing intensity in my stomach.

He walked right in my living room and started going through my stuff. He was reading all the documents that were kept on my table.

What the fuck?

“Okay you need to explain yourself- stop going through my stuff.” I whined as I snatched my leave notice from his hand.

“I need to stay here for a few days.” He says in monotonous voice as he goes around my house, looking for something.

“You need to get out.” I say, but my voice sounded weak. I knew for a fact that I couldn’t defend myself if this man attacked me.

“No, I can’t. Where is Rick?” He asked me as grabbed a bottle of water from the counter and gulped it down.

“Rick? You mean the shady guy who lived here before me? He moved out and you need to leave before I call the police. I know a lot of important people, you have no idea.” I say in a tough voice which I don’t think sounded intimidating at all, coming from a 5’2 girl, dressed in a hello kitty t-shirt.

“But all of them think that you are in Bahamas with your ‘partner’.” He mocked me with quotations as if he knew I didn’t have boyfriend.

“I have a boyfriend okay! And he will come here if you don’t leave this minute.” I told him but he just replied by looking around my apartment with an intriguing smug smile on his face, making me wanting to know more about this man. I could tell by the smile on his face that he wasn’t a very ‘smiley person’

Damn.

It was obvious from the look of my place that I was alone and going through a rough patch, possibly a break up. Tissues, empty food containers and big bottles of sodas were lying all around the room.

This is just embarrassing.

“I wasn’t expecting company.” I defended myself to this unbelievably sexy intruder.

I gulped as I saw his arms were covered in tattoos. By now I’ve read enough bad boy romances to know how to identify one.

“Okay sweetheart, listen. I am not going to hurt you, I just need a few days to hide after that I would be out of your way. You won’t get into any sort of trouble.” He said with a small innocent smile on his face as he cupped my cheeks and looked at me in the eyes. My heart started to beat loudly as a man finally showed some affections towards me in years.

Yes, it is sad.

My heart melted as I realized how charming and completely hypnotizing that smile was.

“I am going to leave soon, I won’t hurt you at all. I just need a hideout for a few days.” He explained again and I don’t listen fully as I was still mesmerized with this man’s looks and heavenly voice.

Emily, the hot devil is tricking you! My mind screamed.

“Wait no! Are you a fugitive? I am calling the police.” I whisper shouted and he just looked at me with pursed lips before looking around again.

“I didn’t want to do this.” He says before going through my drawers, probably trying to find a rope but to my utter embarrassment he finds handcuffs.

He made me sit down on a chair and I didn’t protest, I didn’t understand the point knowing well that he was going to overpower me in every way.

I think the only reason I am not freaking out is because I think I am dreaming. Is this what the movie inception was about?

“I have to say, didn’t really peg you for a girl who would be into BDSM.” He says as he handcuffs my hands behind the chair.

I felt his warm breath near my neck making goosebumps appear all over my body as I took in the raw alpha male scent. I didn’t want him to know that he had an effect on me but for the life of me I couldn’t remember how normal people breathe.

I felt my face heat up at his comment, the most embarrassing part was that I didn’t buy those handcuffs for BDSM, I was dressed as superman from the ‘Man of Steel’ for Halloween.

I think I am starting to understand why I am single.

“Have you ever murdered anyone?” I asked as he squatted down in front of me. I tried breathing normally but our proximity wasn’t helping.

“Yeah but if it makes you feel better, it wasn’t illegal.” He said with a charming smile on his face, making my eyes widen.

“No, how is that supposed to make me feel better? No, it doesn’t make me feel better.” I almost yelled while childishly stomping my feet, making him cover my mouth with his hands again.

As I struggled to speak, we hear a knock on my door.

Ha food comes to my rescue again.

Suck on that..super-hot legal murderer.