"Does it feel good knowing I'd kill for you, Jamilyn?"
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Upon the passing of her grandfather, Jamilyn Caswell, moves back to Forks, Washington to aid her grandmother. What she didn't expect was to h...
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"Damaged people are dangerous. They know how to make hell feel like home."
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Jamie. Jamie. Jamie.
All people have secrets. Not one person in the world doesn't have one, even if it's dumb. I thought maybe Creed was hiding a baby mama or had an extra toe he was insecure about, but as soon as my name left his mouth, I knew I was done for.
"Jamie," Creed repeated tauntingly.
I exhale a shaky breath, trying to let the fishy ocean overtake the strong scent of iron. It smelled so bad; I don't know how I didn't notice on the way here or when he opened the trunk. I almost sat on top of it too; the thought made me gag. "Creed, what the actual fuck! Are you a psychopath?" I screech.
He's disturbingly calm; a small smile sits on his face. "I prefer the term creative."
I laughed in denial and began to pace. "So this is where I die. This is it; I'm going to die."
Creed seemed angered by my words. "You're not going to die." He walks up to me and corners me on a bench.
I turn sharply and narrow my eyes at him. "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm supposed to act like I didn't see what we both know is sitting in your brand new fucking car!"
"Jamie-"
"Don't fucking call me that," I shout in his face.
"Hey, do we have a problem here!"
We both snap our heads in the direction of a man's voice. A man, no older than Creed, made his way towards us with cation. I freeze as I feel Creed slither his arm around my waist and grip me to him possessively tight.
Creed waves at him with a friendly smile. "No problem at all. My fiancé is a little paranoid about the wedding."
I try not to widen my eyes at his words and subtly pinch his back. Damn his whole muscular body to hell; not one inch of fat covered his body, and as if he knew what I was thinking, he gave me a vile smirk. I look back at the man to see him still giving us a weird look, specifically me.
As the man moved closer, I unintentionally stepped back into Creed's chest. His chest grazed my back with every breath, turning my blood warm. "Sorry for disturbing your run," I tell him with a smile.
He stood before us, and I discreetly looked towards the open trunk. A part of me hoped he noticed it, but the searing feeling bubbling in my stomach and throat told me otherwise. I coughed when we were left in awkward silence and tugged on Creed's sleeve. Not once since our interaction did Creed take his eyes off this man, and it was starting to make me nervous. "We should go. It was nice meeting you."
We walked past the man who stood there silently, and unanticipatedly, the man grabbed my arm. I yelp when I get pushed harshly against the trunk with a grunt.
