Reverie Dyad

Chapter 7

Reid POV:

Saying I haven't spent all my free time thinking about the girl from the club would be utterly ridiculous.  Her scent still lingers in the cabin driving me incredibly insane. I have tried using every chemical known to man trying to remove her tropical scent but somehow it just taunts me

I just hope she got home safely. I know leaving her at the bus stop was risky but I stayed watching her until she was up and wobbling on those high heels of hers.

Driving away was hard I so badly wanted to stay and talk to her but I think I've done everything I could. She just doesn't want me and I'm okay with that

Being single isn't even that bad. I hunt for my food, I am a highly paid assassin, and I retired my mom when I was 23. Life is good. I'm busy all the time. I go to the gym. Lonely is a state of my mind I suppose. I don't even know why I went to the club quite frankly I wasted my time

The sound of a car engine snaps me out of my thoughts. Abruptly standing up I grab my gun underneath my coffee table. Looking up at the clock on the wall it reads 8:05 pm. Who would be dumb enough to come seeking my help at this time

Striding to the door with my gun in my hand I use the nozzle to slightly move the curtain to the side so I could see who it is. It's dark out and I haven't really invested in buying lights for the driveway so I really have to squint my eyes to try to see what's happening beyond my lit porch

A car door is opened and the sound of footsteps crunching on leaves has me at unease. Another car door is open and these footsteps are a lot softer than the other. What the fuck is going on. Moving away from the window I stand by the door with my gun clutched tightly

Am I scared no but they should be. Hearing their footsteps climbing up the porch stairs. I grab the door handle before they could knock and I open the door. I take the safety off aiming the gun at whoever it might be. Another gun is heard clicking as well as a gasp.

It takes me a second to realize it's the girl from the club. The one with beautiful eyes and stunning hair. I blink a couple of times trying to see if it's really her and it is

"You," I say my heart rate picking up and she gulps still looking at the gun in my hand

"Get your fucking gun out of her face," a male's voice says snapping me out of her trance. A snarl makes it to my face when I stare at the bastard with a rich Southern accent

"You don't come to my house and make fucking demands, cowboy" I snarl and he growls stepping towards me so we're head to head

"You really have some nerve" he growls and I chuckle. I have some nerve he says when his the one who's so close to death that he doesn't even know it

"Cole baby step away," her angelic voice says and he steps away like an obedient dog. He tucks his gun away and she relaxes. Her gaze falls back on my mine and I tuck my gun away. She called him baby. Why? Are they dating

"I need to talk to you," she says and I frown.

"What about," I ask and she sighs

"Can we come in or not?" she says ignoring my question and I don't like that

"Listen here, darling, I asked a question. About what? When you answer that then I can decide whether I let you in or not" I lowly say and she looks at me with so much distaste that I wish I could just shut up. I don't know why I always ruin these interactions with her. She just gets me so riled up

"You fucking drugged me, kidnapped me, and possibly raped me and now you're asking about what" she yells and then steps forward pressing her finger on my chest. I don't have much time to react before she goes off again "You mister have some fucking nerve looking at me remotely as if what you did was right. We should take you to the police but I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to face you and ask myself why the fuck did you do what you did" she has shoved me all the way into my house. She stopped talking when my legs pressed against the back of my couch