Wicked Obsession

33.

Thursday, August 1

Fucking Harry. I'm such an idiot. He's still just the same fucking asshole I met three months ago.

Men.

I don't chance getting caught in the elevator, so I head towards the stairwell.Like Hell if I am going anywhere near him anytime soon. Then the though occurs to me, where am I going to go? I slam the door open to the lobby and a few people turn to stare at the crazy girl who just burst into the lobby.

Ignoring all of their questioning stares, I march through the lobby fuming and humiliated. I can't believe I just fucking told that asshole I love him. And he just stood there. Then there is the fact that he knew Lucifer was in my head. How did he fucking know? Because he knows everything. I remind myself. He always knows everything.

As soon as I'm outside, I take a deep breath to try and calm my racing pulse. I look around me and recognize nothing from yesterday's outings, so I ask someone near by how to get to central park. They point me in the right direction and I begin my walk. Everything about the city seems so different than it did yesterday and all I want to do is get back to Seattle. I know Seattle, I'm comfortable there and I learned to survive on my own. I shouldn't have ever gotten involved with Harry or even taken that position.

Damn my pride. It's always been the thing that has gotten me in trouble and Harry used it time and time again. I should've just kept to the story, unlock his secret and report it. You're never supposed to get emotionally involved because it clouds your judgement and leads to disaster. I really just should have— Suddenly a firm hand clamps down over my mouth and an arm wraps around me, yanking me backward into a nearby alley. At first I thought it might have been Harry but I know his body, I know his arms, his hands, his chest. That is not who is holding me.

I immediately begin to struggle against him but his grip never falters and suddenly a black car comes into view. He drags me towards it, where another guy stands and opens the door. With one final shove, my captor tosses me inside and slams the door closed. I instantly try to throw it back open, slamming one hand on the window but it's locked.

"Hello Aurora, it's so nice to see you again." A smooth voice calls from behind me and I freeze. There are some voices that you never forget and his is one of them.

I slowly turn and find two shining eyes watching me. A smirk forms on his lips and he looks like a predator that has just caught his prey. The hair on my arms rise and I can feel my hands start to shake. I terrified and he knows it but I do my best to keep a straight voice.

"Hello Zeke, I was hoping to never see you again."

"Someone needs to teach you some manners." His lips twitch, as if he is entertaining the idea and I can't help but shy away from him.

I'm not stupid. I know what he is capable of and I've tried to fight him off before. The only thing that was protecting me from him was Harry and now that he is out of the picture, I'm in deep shit. I have to play my cards just right or I'll end up getting myself killed and despite how fucked up my life is, I'm not ready to die.

"What do you want from me?" I ask, trying to not sound as panicked as I feel.

"Do you realize how important you are?" He asks me, ignoring my question.

I roll my eyes. "If this is about my damn soul-"

Zeke throws his head back, laughing loudly. "That's what you think this is about? While having the daughter of Lucifer's soul would be rare delicacy, I have my sight set on something else you can get me."

A chill creeps up my spine and the car pulls to a stop. I glance outside and notice that we are at an air strip. I guess I'm getting what I wanted, a way back to Seattle. My door swings open once more and two hands grip me to haul me out. He holds my arms behind my back as Zeke steps around the car to stand in front of me. His black hair is sleeked back into a pony tail and his brown eyes have a malicious gleam in them as he steps towards me. I try to break away but the guy holding me is too strong.