𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝟏𝟏✧𝐄𝐳𝐫𝐚

𐬾☯︎︎𐬾⚠︎︎𐬾

   𐬾☯︎︎𐬾⚠︎︎𐬾

I don't think anyone- myself included- will understand my obsession with Amora. I've tried to find ways to excuse or explain why I do the things I do for her, but I have no explanations. I'm obsessed and have no justification for my actions.

Like right now, I have no real explanation on why I've been chasing her through different states. She's tried different methods to shake me off, but none of them are really useful when I've got a tracker in her car; but of course she doesn't know that. I had the tracker installed the same day I had a group of my men put cameras in her penthouse.

It's currently 4PM and I'm ready to end this chase. Amora managed to lead me all the way to Illinois, fucking Illinois. I had to call Damian to ask if he could handle some business meetings while I was out. Amora and I were on an empty road at the moment, so I rolled my window down, stuck my hand that held a gun out the window, and shot both of her rear tires. She lost control of the car and swerved off of the road, but it didn't take her long to get control over her car again. Once she managed to stop the car, she got out, clutching a gun in her right hand.

Anger marred her divine features. She looks so fucking sexy when she's upset.

"What the fuck, Ezra." She spat angrily.

"You could've avoided all this if you hadn't been running from me."

"If you hadn't been chasing me, we wouldn't be in Illinois right now."

I shrugged. "I wanted to spend time with you, but you were being difficult."

Amora squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, attempting to reign in her annoyance, but I still detected the subtle twitch in her eyebrow, something that typically manifests when she was annoyed.

"You could've just asked me to hang out with you, psycho. I probably would've said no, but a simple text would've worked better than chasing me across states."

".. I didn't think of that," I admitted. It completely slipped my mind that I could've just simply asked, but the possibility of her saying no is unbearable.

I must've been lost in my thoughts for a little too long because I somehow didn't register her movements or the sound of her gun until it was too late. A hot, searing pain spread through my shoulder. She'd shot me, she'd fucking shot me and even though it's starting to hurt like a bitch, I'm loving every second of this.

Once again, Amora took advantage of my lack of reaction. She charged at me and swept my feet out from under me, got into my car and drove off. I know I should be upset about the fact that she caught me off guard, but all I aside from the bullet shot pain is admiration. Luckily, I didn't leave my phone in my car. I pulled it out of my pocket and called Damian, whom picked up after three rings.

"Ez?"

"Hey Ian, could you send a car and a tow truck to my location?"

"What happened to your car?"

"Well, you were already aware of the chase situation."

"Yeah, I still can't believe that you really chased her through states." He said in an amused tone.

"Well, there's not only that, I shot her tires out a few minutes ago. She shot me and took my car."

"Shit, I'll send a helicopter to get you instead. Send me your location."

I sent him my location while he spoke to one of men that seemed to be in the room with him, "Hurry up, Damian, this shit hurts like hell and my vision is starting to-" I didn't get to finish my sentence, I fell to my knees, the last thing I heard was my brother's frantic voice before everything went completely dark.