THE ENFORCER (leverage fan fic) COMPLETED

The Backbone

My plan has been going better than I ever thought it would. We've been spending more and more time together which surprises me. He's been attentive in fact, it seems like he's actually getting invested. Between dinner dates, movies, and a concert here and there, we've been seeing each other nearly every couple of days. Even so, I can't help but feel Elliot is still keeping me at arms length. I was pretending to fall head over heels though, and I think he's buying it. He hasn't pushed for sex, theres been a stolen Kiss here and there, but he's been kind and gentle. It's honestly a bit shocking.

All of this has left me afraid I'm going to fail the mission I've had for the last decade. These past few weeks have been the most fun I've had in years. I've been having genuine fun, and I hate it. I'm not giving up my mission, even if I like him. I'm not letting him continue to go on feeling like a hero when I wake up every night screaming because of him, he ruined my life. I can't let him get away with it, even if this is the happiest I've been in over a decade.

"Kara, are you okay?" Kayte's voice broke my thoughts as I laid under the big oak tree nestled behind our house. I looked up as she carefully sat next to me before brushing the loose strands of hair from my face. I took a heavy sigh looking to her before answering.

"I'm okay, I was just thinking about everything that's happened to lead me to this. What if I lose my nerve? I'm so close to having him hooked." I rang out sitting up from my cozy spot in the grass. I adjusted myself crossing my legs in the process. My eyes slowly drifted past Kayte to the pasture, only one horse was out, alone, like I felt.

"If you have to stop, we can, it's not worth you losing any more of your sanity Kar" Kay joined my gaze, wrapping her arm around me. "We can just invite him over, shoot him in his pretty little face and bury the body right here under this tree, okay maybe out in the field, the tree seems hard."

"God Kay, when did you turn into a psychopath on me?" I let out a little giggle nudging her, this seemed to get a little giggle out of her too.

"Last Tuesday" she nudged me back causing us to continue to playfully push each other back and forth.

I'd be lost without her. She's the only reason I'm not a serial killer or locked up in a looney bin. She's been on my side since the moment we met for some strange reason. We went through all the scary surgeries together, her and her parents were the only ones waiting for me when I'd wake up.

I know they would've taken me in if they could've afforded to, they loved me even when no one else did, when I hated myself. If Kayte's mom ever knew, knew what I've done to survive, I don't think I could ever face her again.

After the pep talk, Kayte and I spent our morning cleaning stalls and doing general farm chores that were well over due. There was something so relaxing about it even though it was physical labor. Elliot was supposed to come by to go for a ride this afternoon, so I still had time to kill.

Inviting him back here was part of the plan from the start. He's the entire reason I bought this place if we're being honest. I knew enough about him to know that this would be his perfect paradise, strangely it's becoming mine.

It was about one in the afternoon when I heard the tires come rolling up the driveway signaling his arrival. I cursed under my breath when I realized he's early, I was not at all ready. I was covered in hay and horse shit, literal shit.

I quickly ran into the house leaving Kayte laughing as I jumped and weaved through the yard. I was stripped and in the shower dumping body wash on myself wasting half the bottle, all in less than a minute. It took all of five minutes for me to be out of the and dressed by some miracle.

I threw my messy and tangled curls into a bun and wrapped a bandanna around them hoping that would some how save me. By the time I finally walked out of the house Elliot was shaking Kay's hand and I was praying she hadn't done anything stupid.