Murder in Progress

Careful What You Wish For

¿Kathrine Wallace?

Pinkerton Agent, V.P.

Anger dropped from each word I spat as I jabbed him in the chest, staring at the green eyes I never thought I would ever see again.

"Six years." I growled. "Six freaking years I think you're dead and suddenly, poof! You come back like nothing ever happened!"

Tears blurred my vision and I quickly swung a clenched fist, denting his white mask. He only laughed and took his mask off.

I took all my strength not to trace his jagged nose, due to sparring matches that were so intense I might have broken his nose...four times, and his sharp features. He looked exactly the same the last time I saw him, that glint in his eyes waiting for something to happen.

"Why?" I asked him and he looked down at me. "Every man for himself, sacrifices have to be made for others to survive." He whispered and suddenly we were surrounded.

Survival mode kicked in and I fought off most of the men before I was shot by something. My heartbeat grew louder in my ears, my breathing became heavier and my vision even more blurry. "Kate!" I heard Alex shout as he tried to rip himself free as men dragged him away.

It was a trap. Nicholas Winters was none other than Nathan Winchester, a man who had been the love of my life, the yin to my yang, my everything. I had always dreamt that he would come back, I used to look up and wish on a star I was so desperate. So foolish and in love, I had dumbly fallen into his lethal unforgiving grip.

I clenched my fists that were starting to bleed and stared into those forest green eyes with hatred. He kneeled down and stroked a piece of my hair that had gotten stray and with my last bit of energy I spat in his face. He glared and stood up, kicking my ribs as he walked off and motioned to his remaining men to take care of me.

I shouted hoarsely, "Alex I'll find you! It will all be alright!" doubting he would hear me and closed my eyes, darkness wrapping itself around me as I was lifted and carried off.