Page 133 of Blossom

What if…

The unthinkable happens…

And I can never tell him?

My coffee. No, I don’t have my coffee yet. No hot beverage to throw in anyone’s face.

Of course, a bullet could penetrate my skull before I even threw the beverage.

No, fighting back isn’t the answer. That will just decrease my chances of surviving this.

I dart my gaze around the room without moving my head.

Most of the women are crying, some of the men as well.

Under the table in the far corner is a young mother with two small children.

Oh God…

Please, no…

I glance outside the window where I’m sitting, hoping to see a cop walking by.

Nothing, of course.

I close my eyes.

God, this can’t be the end.

But even if it is…please spare those children.

The little boy and girl are crying, holding onto their mother.

“Shut those brats up!” the man with the gun trained on us yells.

The mother hugs them, and I see her desperation. She’s trying to be strong for them.

In that moment, all I can think about is my own life.

My own life. I’m young. Lucas be damned. If I get out of this alive, I will finish my business degree. I’ll find another school. I’ll get it done. I’ll do it online but only if I have to. Part of me wants the classroom experience.

And Ronan…

I have to tell Ronan.

I have to tell him I’m in love with him. That if he wants a fulltime sub, I can do it. I won’t even have to make myself do it—I want to, I realize now. Anything to be with him. To be with the man I love.

But my God… It’s probably too late for that.

Because my life might end today.

My life…

There’s more to me than being a salesperson at a lingerie and toy store. There’s more to me than being a submissive who plays with different Doms and never lets her emotions get involved.

There’s so much more to me…

And as I see that young mother, attempting to comfort her crying children, showing them all the love and the strength in the—

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