Her Mafia Bodyguard
American Wolf, like a gang name. I can't under
y ones here since said 'Wolf' likes to work alone. If I crack the door open
to cut or hard enough to land a crippling blow. He starts
t look a day ov
in her mouth looked fucking tight. She must be hurting ba
idea how to treat a woman. Let me,"
ated breath, anxio
innocent. I swear that I-I am
pit of my stomach, but I understand that this man wants to talk. Squeeze out any piece of information that he can fr
hing you shouldn't have, and I'm here to deliver your verdict." His deep voice is measu
God, is he her
louder, "I really haven't been
voice, only to go silent again for a beat, "B
s me. The necklace. It has to be the
om now on will determine whether you'll grow old
red voice says, "The
l known, but I'm interested to know w
wasn't m
na
He was a lot older, and-and he liked calling himself s
le
down from the toilet seat and press my ears to the door, but that will be
ve your cargo." He keeps talking, but I'm not following too well because I can't hear the person
a few beats later, relieved because it seems
le
uch. I will have to
art s
s at the sound of my friend barely holding on. "I don't ev
d this, or I can permanently erase your memories an
a-W
e Lockwood will die today whether you
anything for her at this point, and just who does this wolf man think he is
ll-Will I ever get-g
our memories from the moment you t
e wrong
to tell you some
, "Okay, but where
le
t I don't find anything bad to compare the
yet, lass. T
know what
I make that choice for you. My meth
le
tches to shove the door open and embrace her. I want to shield her from hurting, but I'
ispers on a sob, and
ves as I struggle to breathe. Sweat soaks the underarms of my r
onate, crumbling like splinters of glass on the inside. I don't need to see to know
ph
ing that the sound is coming from the door in front of me. My heart
od. It's a different pair of sh
ws I'm
h
in realisation when it doesn't budge. I had sli
us both the troubl
bathroom for a moment. You'll almost think he's gone with how quiet he is. I hold my bre
t as drummers on steroids. He literally picks it out of his
it, refusing to look at him, shaking
sh to shut this door at the beginning?" a clever sm
jaw d
d is ups
. That's
over a shoulder I don't recognise. Save for the black leather
y hideout and called my name. My actual name. My heart couldn't take it any longer-best I would not be a
know what my death will look like,
and all our kids have moved out, we will spend our last days together, reminis
too early, and there's
that cuts in between a mass of white pine trees, already adjusting to the fal
ey mask away from star
pain tonight as I die. I've come to terms with what is about
ay be about to cut me open in this space that's far away from
h!
light over his face, making him visible in the dusk.
your pr
ve on his left hand. "Wo
ged you. Would it hurt to be nice?!" I sna
ldn't have been in t
g on my spit. It's horrifying, espec
nd I look away, hiding my tears from this monste
al lass. I overheard yo
me since the moment I stepped into the nightclub. I shiver. He must h
o my throat as I remember what that thug said earlier.
y. Isn't that why yo
head and tu
m certain my knees would have wobbled
n your back, but you are ri
staring into his deep blue eyes that hold no emotion, not even a flash of it. He's a sturdy rock of v
un
at?
give you a two-minu
ccato rhythm through the
y, but something tells me that he's not the
tock,
n though I'm headed further inside this strange woods, the
nd me, and it was the only weirdly not-menacing thing about the past f
dive for the ground, closing my ears. Sweat trickle
ning after me. I gasp, e
my feet and run again. I can hear my heart
um. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. I swear the next bullet he releases whips p
left, dodging trunk after trunk. Eyes ab
ssing with me for his fun. Two more cracks and my resolve shatters. A tear escapes
stop.
red again. Ten seconds pass, and I can only
ut when something pierce
ing out. Weakness seeps into my bones immediately an
ckness ta