KILLER

Chapter Forty Five

"Can you feel the heat, the flames are chasing me."

Somehow I always found myself in these situations, ones I can't find a way out of.

Leaving me completely screwed, yet it happened all the time.

All I wanted was to go out for a few drinks and had to investigate a disturbance just across the road, not realizing that it was Clyde's men.

I started backtracking out of the house, realizing this was a terrible idea when I nearly crashed into the wall, giving up my presence.

Turning to leave slowly, slipping out through the front door without taking a second glance back, scared that I would find men chasing me down.

Which is the last thing I needed tonight.

My heart slammed in my chest as I heard men shouting from behind me, all coming from the building I was trying to sneak away from.

I go to run through the dark woods when a hand slips into my jeans back pocket, my head snapping up instantly - meeting with his brown eyes as he tugged me backwards into his chest, kneeling us down to the ground.

A group of men dressed in black and holding guns came running out, causing my heart to race in my chest. My anxiety growing by the second.

Shifting around, I stopped when I realized his hand was still in my back pocket, holding me in my place so I couldn't go running off into hellfire.

"Stop shaking, your safe." He snapped lowly, causing the thumping in my head to become louder.

He wasn't helping with my nerves at all, whenever he was around they were always sky rocketing, I couldn't keep them under control.

I could feel his breath tickling the back of my neck, the cool night air nipping at my bare skin. My jeans ripped, along with my tank top, I looked like a crazy mess.

After what seemed like an hour, he tugged me up to my feet, his finger now looped through my jeans, as he pulled me into his side.

Leading the way back to his car, so he could get us somewhere remotely safe.

Somewhere peaceful hopefully.

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"How did you find me?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes at him.

He rolled his eyes, crossing arms over his chest as he stood there staring at me, his eyes dancing across my face as he took in my appearance.

"My name is Vesper Roosevelt, I'm the uncle of Jameson Roosevelt." He says, looking over at me with conflicted eyes.

Completely ignoring my question.

Vesper.

I stood there, holding my hands behind my back while trying to keep my breathing under control, "The Agent Killer, the man that made Aaron Clyde go crazy," He says trailing off.