Blindsided Amy Daws 소설 & 이야기

I wonder if anyone knows that the end of a car accident is the beginning of hell, recovery and endless pain. Yet the road remains the same and people continue driving through it. Apparently a month and two weeks later, the mid September; the month I was supposed to be at UCLA (University of California and Los Angeles) with Jeremy I was seated in front of a woman named Lydia. Late thirties, slim, dirty blond hair and very beautiful. She had a welcoming aura around her at all times and she tried her best to get me to talk but she failed dismally for the past two weeks.

I gasps at the sight of a man appearing from the balcony, “Jesus—“ My eyes widen at the figure, seeing Damon standing in front of me feels surreal. I was kidnapped and I was molested but somehow I survived. I immediately push my body away from him, increasing the space between us as I grip hard onto the sheets of his California king bed. “Alice . . . it’s okay.” “No, get the fuck away from me. You—you, lying bastard.” “Wait, this is a misunderstanding.” He replies, bringing his hands up as a white flag.

I put a pillow in her arms and tiptoe out of the room to call Reid. "Alpha." He picks up his call on the first ring. "You need something." "I do. I need you to search all the databases you can for a hit and run that happened around seven weeks ago." "What am I looking for, specifically?" "Amy. She was involved in one around that time. I don't want to upset her by asking for further information." "I'm going to do my best." Less than ten minutes later, he called me back. "I have the footage. I think it's her."

I couldn’t even see Daisy – and she had to be here somewhere. “Daisy is with Auntie Rose,” said Owen, very seriously. His brow furrowed. “She collapsed after you did.” He knotted his fingers together and rocked back on his heels. “She did?” I struggled to sit up. Hunter was quick to help me and, the second his hands touched me, an instinctive surge of hate swelled in me. I tried to ignore it, tried to think about something else, but it couldn’t be ignored. Amy had done this to me. She would suffer for it.

Name it, and it’s yours. Anything it was within my power to bestow would be worth it, if she took me back. Amy was wearing unfamiliar clothes. I guessed the other female had brought them. The long dress reached to her ankles and she was clutching the hideous cardigan to her as if it were a lifeline. I supposed it was the thought that counted. “Leave us,” I said. Gamma Darius seemed about to protest, until I added, “Please.” To his credit, he didn’t move until Amy nodded.

She was a little more shocked to see a pair of panties wrapped around his cock, but she found herself more turned on by it than taken aback. "I decided to slip in and give you some help, that is unless you would rather cum into Beth's panties instead of my mouth." Amy said after glancing for the briefest second at the blinds covering the window. The bright lights made it impossible to see through the partially opened blinds, but she knew they had an audience.

The pink tint on her cheeks always managed to make me smile a little. She was adorable. I had never used that term on someone before but that was the only way that I could describe Dove. Her heart was too pure for this world and much too good for these calloused hands of mine which was why I was adamant about protecting her from all that I could. “Open and let’s see, D,” Amy pressed her friend who likely wanted to see if her gift far outweighed hers. It did. “Okay,” she relented and began digging into her bag. “Let’s see what we have here. It’s a—what the fuck?”

Amy told Dylan. Dylan looked up when he saw that I wasn’t saying anything. “And why aren’t you saying anything about this?” He asked me harshly. I sighed, raising my head to look at him properly. “She already told me not to interfere in her business and that is exactly what I am doing,” I said angrily. “I would have said worse if I were her,” Amy whispered. I glared at her. “You fucked up, Dax! Why do you keep giving her mixed signals, you know what she has been through,” Amy said.

Behind me, I heard her mutter, “Bitch.” Where had she found this confidence? Last I remembered, she was drowning in guilt. Pretty or not, she wasn’t going to get Damien. Not from me. ⸻ “Come here, baby,” Damien said later, guiding me to a table where two strangers waited. “This is Amy,” he introduced—a tall, elegant woman in a red dress. Her blonde hair framed ocean-blue eyes, her smile graceful. I shook her hand warmly. “And this is her twin, Ace,” Damien added, nodding toward a man with the same striking features. “They’re my friends. Amy’s a fashion designer. Ace is a doctor.”

*** Amy woke up and immediately reached for her phone, hoping for an update from the detective. Her heart skipped a beat—there was a message. She opened it. The video was clearer this time. The car’s plate number was visible. Her phone buzzed again—it was Harris calling. She answered immediately. “Amy! We’ve confirmed it,” Harris said, his voice urgent. “The car belongs to Danielle Clevers. Danielle Clevers is the one who ran down Charlotte Warper!” Amy’s hands trembled as she held the phone. “I… I can’t believe it…”