Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

I try to walk as fast as I can back to my apartment, but when I get to the front yard, I notice strange figures of hooded men in totally black outfits and masks hiding part of their faces. They were standing on my front porch and at my door. They looked like they were waiting for someone, but that someone was certainly not me, because I took to my heels the moment I saw them, and ran back into the main street whence I had come.

They seemed to have noticed me, so they started chasing after me, but I didn’t stop running. I kept on running until I found a suitable flower bush and hid behind it. It was by the side of one of the clubs down the street.

The club was buzzing with people going in and out of it and I believed that I’d be safe there if I could stay for a bit longer.

Who were these people by the way?

While I pondered over the turn of events, I noticed about two of the hooded guys running towards the club and I knew my cover would be blown if I stayed there, so I crept out, trying to run past the back of the club that was really dark and somewhat lonely.

In a flurry of my hastening footsteps, and because it is dark, I bump into someone with a tall figure and finely embossed chest that gleamed temptingly in the half darkness. He had the buttons of his shirt undone halfway, which allowed his chest to be partly exposed.

As I tried to run away, he pulled me back and pinned me to the wall, with his huge figure completely covering me. His manly smell beclouded me enticingly, and I could almost swear that this was a familiar scent from a certain someone I knew.

I looked up at his face that was half-hidden by the darkness, and I could see him peering down at me intently, with his face just inches apart from mine. My heart was racing fearfully as I stood animated to the spot, wondering if I might be having illusions.

I could feel his warm breath on my skin and face most especially, and from the corner of my eyes, I could see the two hooded men from earlier searching for me frantically, and one of them started walking maniacally towards our direction.

I tried to push this heavily built man away to run, but he pulled me back, pinning me again to the wall with my heart almost popping to my mouth in fear. My breathing was hitched and I could feel the tumultuous pounding of my heart against my chest.

“Shhh.” He whispered over my lips with his lips slightly pressed to mine. My belly clenched with desire, as a weird burning sensation washed over me.

“Breath!” He commanded in a whisper, as his hand found my face, cupping it gently. His thumb ran over my lips seductively as his gaze rested on me. I totally didn’t realize that I had been holding my breath for so long.

Still, the man from earlier was walking frantically towards us. He seemed to have recognized me.

“Please, let me go! They’re gonna kill me!” I whisper pleadingly.

“No one hurts you when I’m here!” He says firmly and I immediately recognize who it is.

Brandon!

What was he doing here!?

“You…!” I try to say but he claims my lips in his, kissing me hard. Passionately.

I try to protest but he muffles me with more kisses, until I am unable to speak. This was his own way of shutting me up. Certainly. And it worked.

His other hand found its way to my waist, and he pulled me closer forcefully, or maybe, enticingly, and I am leaning hard against his chiselled chest, well laid out abs, and his firm bulge beneath. I gasp into his mouth, and he seizes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, capturing my tongue and tasting me to the back of my throat.

“If it ain’t intense, then it ain’t Brandon.” My subconscious whispered into my mind.

He slid the hand that is over my waist down to my butt and squeezed it gently, cautiously. It is both painful and relaxing, like a massage. The feeling is - heavenly. I try to stop him with my free hand but he grabs it, intertwining his fingers to mine tightly. Someone could easily take us for a couple from the outlook we portrayed.

“Hey, excuse me!” A voice spoke in the darkness with an Australian accent.

My heart sprang into my mouth instantly. This was the hooded man from earlier. Brandon didn’t flinch from his position, but instead, he bent over gently with his mouth over my ear, and whispered with the most seductive, raspy voice ever.

“Stay with me baby.”


His nose glazed over my ear as he spoke, spiking sensual feelings in me.

Oh what words could do to me!

My insides clenched in pleasure and want for his touch. No, this was betrayal. My senses betrayed me. I think my hormones were just acting up over everything too. Sad!

“Hey you!” The man grunted as he tried to lounge an attack on us, but in a swift second, Brandon counter attacked, swaying him and smashing his head over against the wall beside me, and maintaining his composure like nothing had happened.

Blood spurted out of his head and some got into my face and body, and I shook in terror, as my mind travelled back to that night I stabbed Gin in the club. It was obvious that I wasn’t over the trauma yet.

The guy dropped lifeless beside me, but it only terrified me more. He whistled and two men dressed in black and wearing dark shades appeared from the darkness and dragged the lifeless body of the man away.

Just who was this Brandon?

“What have I gotten myself into again?” I questioned bitterly in my heart.

My eyes were wide with terror as I looked on in disbelief at him, while he stared back at me with that “Yeah, I did it” kind of look. He literally just killed a man without flinching. What? Was he expecting me to clap for him?

“Let’s go!” He commanded calmly.

“You just killed that man?” I accused him in terror.

“He would’ve killed you anyway, which would be better?” He cocked his head to one side to study my expression.

Makes sense… Actually, if it weren’t gonna be better, then I wouldn’t bother running away from the hooded guys in the first place. But he could’ve just handed him over to the police right?

“Why didn’t you just hand him over to the cops?”

“Those babies with sirens?” he scoffed.

I scoff back at his words, “babies with sirens…” seriously?”

“Let’s go.” He says in finality.

“No!” I glare at him. He gives me a knowing smile before walking over to me possessively, grabbing me, swinging me over his shoulder, and starts walking back to the main street.

I struggle furtively, but he instead slaps my ass, giving it both a stinging and arousing feeling. He just walked with me over his shoulder like he had some paper over it that was simply fluttering against the wind.

I get angry at his over possessiveness and scream in anger; “Let me go, I’ll walk!”