~* Bad decisions make great stories *~
A Harry Styles dark romance that explores the intricacies of mental health, morality and sexual attraction. Enter a world of sin, opulence and crime.
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It started and ended with the wind.
She was a hurrican...
Infectious sense of Hopelessness and prayers for rain"
Prayers for Rain - The Cure
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Addy fell asleep almost as soon as I started driving. At first I'd had no real location in mind and with my brain on auto-pilot I found myself heading towards my penthouse. I couldn't tell you what posessed me to bring her back to my place but all I was certain of was that there was no fucking way she was going back home with that sick bastard until I knew for sure she was safe. I make a point of never jumping to conclusions without solid evidence. But when it walks like a duck and quacks like a fucking duck...
I've seen her body. She's the furthest thing from safe.
It's not that I care specifically about her. No one should be subjected to that level of prolonged torture - unless they truly deserve it. And something tells me that this girl has not done a single thing in her life to justify those scars. She couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag let alone hold her own against someone twice her damn size.
But who the fuck is she? Why had someone gone to seemingly great lengths to hide even the smallest details about her? My P.I. is the best in the country and yet he could barely scrape together the little he did find on her. In contrast to Evan and his little band of merry men who all came back with the typical and expected rap sheet. Minor deliquents trying to make their way up in the world of organised crime. No prior significant affiliations and no major red flags. They were clean, relatively speaking. Almost too clean.
I glance over at her sleeping form in the passenger seat. Her hair is covering her face again and even in her sleep her arms are wrapped defensively around her small body. I frown at the sight of her hands, I'd noticed the damage while tying her up, that are cut, bruised and swollen. What the hell am I going to do with her? The air is heavy with the threat of rain - I watch the sky light up; torn apart by irregular bolts of white hot lightening.
A storm is coming.
Seems fitting, really.
Before I am able to come up with a reasonable plan I've arrived and pulled into the underground carpark of my building. Addy is still fast asleep and barely stirs when I pick her up again and carry her to my private elevator. She is so light in my arms that holding her while entering the private access code is easy and I find myself wondering if she eats enough.
Obviously not - she's practically skin and bone.
Once I've settled her in one of the guest rooms I head to the kitchen, pour myself a double whiskey and finally look at my phone that has been going off incessantly since I left Fantasia. Unlocking the screen I am greeted with numerous missed calls and a barrage of colourfully worded texts from Matt. I send him and Eli both quick messages telling them to come over immediately then switch my phone off again.
