Page 25 of Psychological War

“Hello, Kitten.” That voice was familiar, too familiar. Only when they turned their head towards me, I sucked in a ragged breath. He couldn’t be here. How did he find me?

I couldn’t breathe. If he found me, anyone could. He must have been the one stalking me. His eyes were the ones on me while I’ve been home. Why did he take so long? Why was he even here? What was he planning?

I hadn’t been this caught off guard in such a long time, that even as he stepped closer, I struggled with holding a gun to his chest. He didn’t flinch as I readjusted my hand.

“Hi.”Why the fuck did I just say hi?Here I am, a gun aimed at his chest, saying hi to the man who I first knocked out, second ran into over a week ago, and who just broke into my goddamn house!

“You sound nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” I lied. I was nervous. No, nervous didn’t even reach what I was feeling. I didn’t know what I was feeling.

“You plan to keep that gun aimed at me the whole time?” Cocking his head to the side, my eyes tracked over how large he truly was. Here I stood barefoot, and my head would barely reach his chest. But he didn’t scare me. No, I was completely aroused. I was turned on by his size. His murderous eyes engaged me, boring into me. My thighs pressed together, and I could feel my nipples press against my tank top. A tank top I realized showed everything. His watchful eyes dropped down to my breast. And if it was even possible, I got wetter.

“What’s your name, Kitten?” he asked.

I should have told him a lie, told him to get out of my house. There were a million things I should have done. But when I opened my mouth, “Salem,” came out. I flushed realizing I told him my real name, a name I kept hidden from everyone. I mean, my house wasn’t even in my name.

“You’re cute when you blush, sweetness.” His knuckles brushed against my collarbone. If it was possible to become even redder, I did. My body broke out in goosebumps. If he were to rip my pants down right now and have his way with me, I found I would let him.

He was so close I could feel the heat from his body.

A loud ringing sounded, causing my body to jump. Blinking rapidly, I tried to get rid of the aching feeling I had. I watched as Zane’s eyes changed from softness to anger. Reaching into his pocket he pulled his phone out, answering it. Never breaking eye contact.

“Da.”Yes.Whoever was on the other line spoke low and soft. I couldn't hear anything.

“Net ya nichego ne nashel.”No I haven’t found anything.He was speaking Russian. I masked my expression. He didn't know I understood what he was saying.

“Khorosho, da. YA otpravlyus' tuda pryamo seychas.”Alright, yeah. I’ll head there right now.

I wanted to demand he tell me where he was going, but I shouldn’t care. He was no one important to me.

“Do svidaniya.”Bye.Then he was hanging up, blinking like he was shaking off a feeling he had. I understood.

We stared at each other. None of us moved. His hands clutched at his sides; my gun pressed against his chest. He held no fear. Instead, it was almost like he liked it.

Finally he smirked, breaking whatever trance we both had. “I have to go, Kitten,” he mumbled. Dropping the gun to my side, I flipped the safety on. Slowly he bent down, pressing his lips against my forehead. I wanted to lean into him, beg him not to leave. It didn’t make sense. But oddly I was comfortable around him.

Breaking away quicker than I would have preferred, Zane walked around me heading towards the front door. I didn’t move until I heard the front door close. Suddenly I realized I had my chance.

Grabbing my keys, I rushed to my SUV, and getting inside, I followed him. Thankfully I had a blackout outfit stored inside. I could change and see where he was rushing off too.

13

Zane

Everythingyou’dthinkcouldgo wrong did.

The moment we arrived at the warehouse for the shipment of cocaine we got ambushed. I have no idea where any of the men came from, but we were outnumbered, and I have a nice gash above my eyebrow. When we walked into the warehouse, two men attacked me, bashing me over the head with a gun. They dragged me further into the empty large space. Killian's hands were tied behind his back when I finally got the chance to focus. Dimitri was sitting on the ground with a similar gash but this one was further on top of his head. Blood trailed down the side of his face.

I couldn’t even remember the last time someone got the upper hand on me. Probably that fuck face from four years ago that left me with the Ghost card and with a broken nose.

If you wondered if I was still pissed about it, the answer was yes.

I was also angry because I don’t know why I didn’t think to bring more men, or to bring more than just my Glock. I thought having a few magazines on me would be good enough, but I fucked up.

I was the head of security for them, and I failed.

I sat back on my heels, both hands on the concrete. Looking around, four men had their guns aimed at Killian and Dimitri. I could tell from the look on Killian’s face that he was pissed about even being here. Dimitri was pissed about having a gun shoved in his face. It wasn’t his first time. But it had been a long time since someone dared to do that.

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