𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐦

THIRTEEN

"Thought I was different thought I'd save your soul."

13

"W-Wait s-stop." I panicked hopping off the counter. I reach for the towel off the floor, attempting to cover myself as I ran scared out the room.

I know he will cause me more suffering for running out on him, but in this moment it was the last thing on my mind. My achievements gone, an innocent woman was murdered in front of me because of me, I was kidnapped to be his unwillingly.

Reign didn't chase after me, I didn't know where to go, I ran into a hard chest knocking me off my balance.

Someone had caught me from falling, "s-sorry I-I didn't see you." I whispered not moving my eyes from off the ground.

A manly chuckle, "No need to apologise, Ami." A voice so familiar a strong British accent, I looked up involuntarily creasing my brows. Lucas? I anxiously started taking a couple steps back, I noticed him checking me out, I'm naked in a towel.

"I want to ask you something, but it looks to me you're in a rush to be somewhere. I'll see you around." He smoothly winked at me walking away. I swallow the lump in my throat, I start to feel my body temperature rise. What business does he have being here with Reign?

My panic senses tingled like it's attached to his heinous mind. God, Reign is going to kill him.

Voices, running through my mind all at once. The air grew thick and heavy around me, I'm struggling to breathe. I battle to keep my pupils clear. I looked towards the stairs across from me leading to the front door.

It not a sound that gave him away, but the palpable shift in the atmosphere. The chill crept up my spine, I knew Reign was watching my every move.

"Reign I'm s-sorry." I cried out glancing at him over my shoulder.

"... Nyet you can run Ami, I won't stop you, you know that you are my whole world hm?"

     ... a smirk so black hearted crossed his handsome face, "Let that pretty mind of yours run will. Imagine the things I will do to you if you ever think about leaving me. You belong to a powerful man, I will always find you."

That tragical heartache shook my chest, begging to be released, I finally made my stop at hopelessness. I've spent months trying not to believe it, but it's finally making its debut—settling within me.

Therefore I swallowed it all remember my reason to live. With my hand on my stomach in thought of protecting my baby.

"Fuck you, you'll never have me." I hissed, mustering up all my disgust for him and I ran. Out the front door, into cold dark air, and only a towel. His men watched me. I was bare foot in the wet grass, running for my life.

I stopped at the tall gate that's made out of grey brick, I was heavily panting holding tight onto my towel.

"Open the gate!" I shouted at the guard, my voice breaking as tears streamed down my face. But he ignored me, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond me. I turned to look behind, and there he was—Reign, standing just a few feet away, his expression as stoic as ever. His hands were casually tucked in his pockets, completely calm and collected. With a single nod to the guard, he commanded the action, his eyes then locking onto mine. He didn't say a word, but his gaze tested me, as if waiting to see what I would do next.

I ran out as soon as it opened squeezing through the tight space, the tree's went on for miles. I continued running, holding onto a little hope that there has to be light at the end of this.

Reign is no doubt going to kill me. The many warnings he gave me are filling up to my mental capacity, he'll just have to find me first. I don't know he just might — but I'll take my chances knowing I put up a fight, for me and my unborn baby.

I finally made it out the woods onto an isolated road, and by a miracle a car was driving by. I have zero options, so I quickly swallowed my pride, and put my thumb out in hopes they will stop. I'm praying this won't come back to bite me in the fucking ass.

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"Sweet—heart?" I blinked awake to floral wallpaper and wooden furniture became clear. A elderly lady stood beside my stretched out form holding a food tray.

I sat up fully dressed in a long night gown, running a hand through my matted hair, taking in my surroundings. "What— how did I get here?"

The stranger shoved a tray of English breakfast in my lap then she sat at the foot of the bed.

"I'm lydia and you're in the country side on my farm." She kindly smiled at me. I glanced down at the delicious looking food and coffee. "Don't worry enjoy the cuppa, eat up don't be shy darling."

I brought the cup to my lips, "I'm Amina thank you for helping me." I whispered raspy.

Lydia continued, "I was driving home and saw ya' in only a towel, I figured you were another hooker — I drove up and saw you looked just about desperate for a ride. Like you were running from someone or something possibly?"

Her English accent is very intriguing.

I remained quiet playing in my breakfast with the fork.

    "You my love were absolutely gutted you cried all night didn't utter a word, forgetting to tell me where I needed to take ya', so that was that." Another moment of silence.

"Ah, you're not much of a talker, that's alright I'm an old lady living on this farm and it's looks like you just about have no where to take your little arse."

"I'm pregnant, and y-your right I have no where to go I'm uh — afraid and alone." I rushed out avoiding her eyes until she reached out to rub my shin area.

The kind lady sent another smile my way and simply said, "congratulations on your blessing."

I instantly began to tense up, it's clear she can see I'm starting to feel more uncomfortable. "I'm sure you heard the saying, there's more to what meets the eye." I nodded in response.

"I'll be on the field feeding my animals I'm waiting for ya' to join me, fresh air is good. "

Lydia got up opening up the Parisian style windows letting in the sun, then heading out the room.

I drunk the rest of the coffee placing the food to the side, I got out the squeaking wooden bed to look out the window. Lydia indeed did live on a farm, she fed her goats, she also had horses near by, with a couple cows inside a fence, and of course chickens.

A small smile appeared on my face taking in the environment. It's easy to get used to this setting, just too feel at peace with no worry — but how can I forget? I'm involved with a man who operates the entire cruel world of Russia's organised crime. The only way one can run such a ghastly business is to have enough power over a government from the US to the UK. I'm not safe anywhere.

Blood will be spilled, I will forever struggle to accept what is becoming of my life, I may die trying to run from Reign.

Lydia waved at me from the window brightly inviting me to come over, my face hardens I'm mortified that a dark reality check awoken a dark spirit. This poor lady is now a dead person again because of me. Does this make me a selfish person for not leaving? 

Tears form around my eyes, "I'm so sorry," I croaked whispering to my self for her.

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