25-year-old Lyra loves to dance and hang out with her best friend, who is more like a sister. Lyra's world is turned upside down when she is taken hostage. Soon Lyra discovers she is drawn to one of the Russian men who took her and fights it, knowin...
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Warning sex in this chapter.💘
Time passes by like a shooting star. My hopes and old life falling away piece by piece, I slowly start to lose who I am. Father and I have lunch almost every day, and finally, I learn who he truly is. The mafia.
My father did not tell me, but instead, I overheard a few guards talking, not knowing I was lurking in the shadows. Dread sets in my heart as I become intrigued by my father's life. More now than ever, I know I need to getaway. This place is slowly taking my soul to the devil.
Shots ring through my father's abode, followed by a woman's scream. I stand stupidly looking at my bedroom door, wanting to see what's going on but fighting a battle not to go. I stay rooted to my spot. Who am I becoming?
I wonder if Max would help me escape. This theory has popped in my mind more often as I have gotten to know him. The more I get to know him, the more I confirm he does not belong here. I'm not stupid enough to believe I'm safe if I leave, I will be on the run.
With new determination, I open the door surprising Max and yanking him through my door. "What..." he starts to say, but I throw my hand up, cutting him off, taking him to the bathroom and turning on the shower. "If wanted me so bad, all you had to do was say so," he says, cocking his eyebrow with a smirk. Rolling my eyes, I run my hands all over his body, looking for wires. When I confirm none, I watch him dead in the eyes with seriousness. " I need to get out of here"! " please help me escape"? I question him
He looks taken aback, staring at me for what seems like forever. I start to wonder if this was a mistake if maybe I read this wrong. Running a hand through his surf boy blond hair, he sighs, nodding his head. "Be ready at midnight, ware comfortable dark clothing, and bring nothing with you." I can't help the smile growing on my lips. I throw my self into his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck."Thank you," I mumble in his shoulder as his arms wrap around my body, one of his hen's intangle in my hair as he holds me to his chest. Warm summer smell fills my nose, his body warm under my touch.
Untangling from his embrace, I smile, feeling hopeful." I'll be ready," I confirm. I feel something has changed between us in this duration of a minute. I don't bother to dwell on it as he is walking back to his position in front of my door with a smile on his face.
Feeling a little better, I walk to my closet, picking out all dark work out clothing: black leggings, tank top, and zip-up jacket. I grab colored red undergarments and set them in the bathroom. I strip naked then crawl under the covers of my king four-poster bed made fit for the princess they think I am. Sleep comes quickly, shoving my worry aside, falling into oblivion.
Max's POV 3rd Person POV
As Max stands outside Lyra's door, he wonders to himself just what the hell he is getting into. Max knows there will be a good chance he is going to die, but he also wants to be her knight and shining armor. Max starts forming a plan in his head, knowing all the guard routines and camera angle points. Max's plan pieces falling into place.
