Page 84 of Bossy Bodyguard

“Dad!”

I turned back and stormed into the hallway, seeing Caleb clutching his stomach.

“Cillian, don’t!” I heard her scream and turned back around. My hand didn’t move fast enough to block the baseball bat that struck me on the side of my head, pain reverberating over my entire body as I fell on the floor, warm blood slicking my face.

I could hear Emma scream and scramble for me, but he held her by her hair, yelling in her face, “Shut the fuck up!”

I glared at him, pushing my palms on the ground, and stood up when he kicked my ribs, making me groan.

“I’ll take care of her, don’t worry,” the man said, his voice raspy and dark gray eyes gleaming with something evil when he took Emma over his shoulder and climbed downstairs.

No, no, no. I can’t…

Blood poured out of my mouth and dripped onto the floor when I used all my strength to sit up. Caleb was clutching his stomach, and I knew the fucker had attacked him first. I took my gun and tucked it on my back, calling emergency care at my home.

“I’m sorry.”

I patted his shoulder and stood up. “Stay. I’ll bring her back.”

50

OUR HOME

EMMA

My mouth was as dry as Sahara when I woke up with a throbbing headache. I was getting really sick of waking up like that. My lids felt heavy when I looked around me. Dread seeped into my veins when I found myself on a small twin size bed with pink blankets, a soft dim light from the gray ceiling, and an old, small desk in the corner. There was a heart-shaped pink mirror and some stuff lying on top of it.

I forced myself to remember what had happened, but my memories were hazy. Cillian and Caleb were talking downstairs while I was getting ready to take a relaxing bath in Cillian’s washroom. I remember turning around and being pushed into the cold tile with a chemical handkerchief covering my nose and mouth. I had panicked seeing the black ski mask and struggled to fight. Even though I had tried to smack his face with the bottle of conditioner, he had overpowered me. Tying my wrists together and dragging me into Caleb’s room when I heard Cillian and Caleb climb upstairs. I had whimpered and begged the man not to hurt them, but he didn’t listen to me.

They both were on the ground and Cillian was bleeding from his head when the stalker picked me up. And the last thing I remembered was being forced into a trunk of a car—

Oh my God.

I sat up, my head pounding as I tried to shake off the dizziness and looked around. I was in a fucking prison with bars covering me from three sides with a wall on my back.

“Finally, you’re awake, little Emma.”

I clenched my hands behind me, my legs wobbling in the heels that I was still wearing. “W-who are you?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

The tall shadow leaned closer, and I saw his face. He was average looking with dark gray eyes and darker hair. I didn’t remember him. I had never met him.

“I’m disappointed that you don’t remember me, love, but it’s okay.” He smiled creepily and opened the door, the snick of a key unlocking it. He kept the key around his neck and entered the cell, my feet stumbling back until my back pressed against the icy wall. “We have a lot of time to spend together, so you’ll remember me soon enough.”

“I don’t know who you are,” I said, my body shaking with terror, but I willed myself to stay calm. If Cillian was here, he’d keep his breath in control and handle the situation calmly. I couldn’t overpower the man in front of me, especially when I still felt drugged.

He pouted, standing across me and touched my cheek. I looked away, but he grabbed my chin, an evil look in his eyes. “Don’t look away when I’m touching you, little Emma.”

I swallowed the urge to spit on him and stayed calm.

“We spent so much time together, don’t you remember?” he asked, his voice gentle when I kept looking at him.

I shook my head and sighed in relief when he pulled away his hand. “That’s sad. But I know once you remember, you’d never want to leave me, little Emma.” He smiled, and there was nothing sweet or loving about it.

“Really?” I asked, reining in my anger. I licked my lips. “Then I want to remember. Please, help me?”

His eyes widened, and he looked like he was in awe. “You want to know me?”

I nodded quickly. Cillian was right. He was delusional. “I want to know s-so we can stay in our home together,” I stuttered. I wanted to throw up, but I needed to escape and get away before he completely lost it. “That’s what you said in the message, right? Our home?”

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