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Chapter One
I hid in the rafters as the police searched the grounds for me. I am in a split keeping my balance on the beams as the flashlights goes behind the dark areas of the warehouse that I am using to hid in. It is a better way to blend in with the environment.
A man walked into the warehouse when he growled, “May I ask what is going on here? This is private property.”
The man was tall with dark clean-cut hair with a five-clock shadow. He had an expensive suit on as if he has money and a lot of it. One of the police officers walked over to him, “Sorry, Mr. Cunning. Didn’t realize this was one of your property.”
The man tilted his head towards me as he asked with a grin on his face, “What is this about?” God please, don’t say anything. The officer sighed as I closed my eyes, “A Runaway.” I snorted silently to myself. Yeah, right. A Runaway.
I am freaken twenty-year-old. The reason why I am being looked like a runaway is because of my evil stepmother is trying to make me marry a man I don’t know because she hates me.
The man turned his head towards the door, “As you can see your runaway isn’t here.” Oh, thank god. Maybe he didn’t see me after all. The officer nodded as he whistle, “She not here. Let’s move it.” Another officer walked over as he sighed, “But sir, we saw her run in here.” Mr. Cunning held out his hands to his side when let out a growl, “Obviously, she isn’t here.”
The officer shook his head as they the whole force walked out of the warehouse. The one that was talking Mr. Cunning patted Mr. Cunning on his shoulder, “If you find someone hang around that shouldn’t be, please give me a call. Her mom is pretty worry about her.”
I shook my head as Mr. Cunning tilted his head to me as I mentally slapped my forehead, don’t fall for that poor mom act. That woman is evil. Evil, I tell you.
He gave a grin then looked back at the officer, “I will make sure to keep an eye out for the child.” The officer nodded as they both left the warehouse.
I took a big sighed as I waited to make sure that everyone is gone when I heard footsteps. Shit. I am in the most uncomfortable positions to be able to hid away.
Mr. Cunning walked back into the warehouse with an apple in one hand and a knife in another hand.
He leaned against the wall as he chuckled and placed the knife through the apple then sliced it. He held the slice for a moment before popping the slice into his mouth. Why does he looks so sexy eating an apple like that? I shook my head as I closed my eyes as he whistle, “Here kitty, kitty.”
I tilted my head; wait he has a cat. Awe. Where this kitty?
Mr. Cunning lifted off the wall as he walked towards the middle of the warehouse as he tilted his head towards me as he tsked placing the knife into the apple to cut another slice, “Come on Kitty, come down. It gets pretty cold out here at night. I wouldn’t want your pretty head to freeze.”
Wait, is he calling me kitty?
He finds me pretty.
What the hell, why do I care about if he finds me pretty?
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