Escape:Target D916 Book 2 |✓|

Chapter 18

Jr knew better. He wouldn't walk into their room without a knock. Wouldn't walk in without calling out to them first and furthermore he never interrupted their sleep before.

Now thinking about it, Jr never bothered them once their door closed and so Draven knew without a doubt that the creaking sounds from the slow opening of his door had not been Jr. Which meant there was an uninvited guest.

His eyes opened, Sabrina's body curled into him, his arms surrounding her, her back pressed against his chest.

No one would hurt her and with a jolt, his hand slid underneath his pillow, his body rose, and ferocity clouded his eyes as he held his intruder at gunpoint. The sudden jostle of the bed caused Sabrina to awaken, also with a jolt, and without noticing, his other hand held the end of the blanket up.

Not even his subconscious would allow another man to see her precious jewels. Only for his eyes.

A gasp left the man's -woman's lips as the barrel shoved at her face, her hands raising instantly displaying she meant no harm even as she eyed his finger on the trigger immensely.

He would've killed her instantly except he didn't for two reasons. One, he wouldn't dare shoot someone so up close in front of Sabrina's innocent eyes, and two, she wasn't a man, but a woman. One who held no strength to harm, one who dressed professionally in low black heels, a gray blazer, a white blouse underneath, and gray seamless pants to match.

Her hair had though not been in a bun as expected but let down with luscious and defined black curls that's even he found beautiful but not better than Sabrina's straight, long hair. She held a black purse with a cushion-like pattern, he would check that.

Her eyes, he hated. So brown, so common, so plain and boring.

His focus redirected as his head turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder as he felt Sabrina's hand on his lower back reminding him that she was there. She wouldn't say it to distract him, but she was scared. To see him murder someone in front of her eyes, but she wouldn't stop him ever again after Jane.

He wanted to drop the gun and comfort her, but he knew she understood he couldn't or wouldn't. Then again, he focused his attention on the intruder with evil, dark eyes who had put fear into his Angel's eyes.

"Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?"

She gulped. If he had to, he would drag her out of her room and kill her. Would take the time to use a silencer so Sabrina wouldn't hear. Her mind was tormented. "I-I am Julia Roberts. Y-you talked to me yesterday. The c-chip" She stuttered out and he noticed still, her eyes never left his finger on the trigger.

His eyes narrowed, displeased with himself for asking a question he could've figured out until when his eyes squared her up and down, the word UNKNOWN appeared before his eyes. Her identity was unknown to him, odd, suspicious, and an even bigger reason to end her.

Realizing he attempted to determine a lie or truth she swallowed a breath, still, her hands raised had she known any single movement, anything perceived a threat, and he would shoot her. "You can't read me. You won't see my identity" She rushed out, his eyes snapping to hers and she felt offended as he grimaced as he had been in pain.

Unfortunately, her eyes were very painful. He didn't know why but staring at another woman that had been attractive was painful. A reminder that some women would and could catch his eyes at least not in the way they thought. He certainly despised any woman that made him see her as anything but repulsive in comparison to Sabrina. He didn't want to see anyone as beautiful, gorgeous as her.

Still, Julia had been pleasing to the eyes except her very own. Her chocolate brown eyes, he loved chocolate and that was the reason he hated her eyes. The reason he grimaced. He groaned, she stared at him as if she were offended. Well, so the fuck was he.