Chapter 1 - This Damsel isn't in Distress.

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"Darren, Vincent, Samuel, you guys will be taking place here, here, and here." My finger gently glides along the large map, stopping in specific places in where the three men would be spread out.

"Catherine, you will be where in this whole plan?" Daniel ask lifting his head from the map, raising a brow to me in suspension.

"I'll be chasing the Carriage down of course, you wusses are afraid to take out a man might as well do it myself."

A few men let out a small chuckle, making me smirk. I turn my attention back at the map thinking of the specific shrubbery and the long dusty road, good enough to hide in.

"Ridien, is to take place around the shrubbery with a few of his men. I acknowledged him of this the night before so he is expecting you three to give him the signal to let him grab the food."

My finger stops on the curved line, my mind racing with images before the ambush even begins. Even though we have been planning to steal this load for weeks now, we come back to the plan to add minor details.

This is my first time leading out a food patrol, although I have planned very many ambushes so this was an all time low, a embarrassment to my rank in the guild.

"Everyone understand the plan?" I look up and glance at all three men in which all nod in confirmation. I smile and cross my arms.

"We start at dawn.I-"

"Catherine."

My body cringed hearing my name be called out from a husky tone, feeling a hot breath go down my back. The men around the oak table instantly leave once glancing at who it was, a few mumbled at me yet I couldn't understand. I gulp the lump in my throat.

"Mas-" I get inturped once the large man grabs my wrist and turns me around, I suck in a breath as I'm forced to look at him. My knees slowly start to buckle as his deep ocean eyes look into my own, I must say for Masters age he was incredibly fit.

"Catherine... beautiful young lady you have turned into, no?" He says deeply as a thick accent rolls off his tongue. Damn. His fingers lift my chin up higher to give himself a better look at my face, more like my lips.

"Master...you know that you arnt suppose to-"

"Im leader of this guild and nothing, not even Sydney could stop me from doing things." He pushes his mass against mine trapping me in between him and the table. His hands sneak up onto my hips to only feel the soft skin that was under my shirt. With out thinking I push my arms in front of him and scramble away once I push him off me.

"Oh?" He says in low tone, a small glare appeared in his eyes.

"Don't." I growl, my eyes widen as he comes closer, his thick black boots break the silence in the room. In defense I put my elbow up in front of me, my eyes sending him daggers.

He stops only a few centimeters in front of me, smirking like a snake. With a swift and cunning move he grabs my arm, quickly turning me around and putting my arm in a lock to my back. He forces me forward and puts me up against the wall. I groan in frustration and wiggle around but the more I move the more my shoulder feels like its gonna pop right out of its socket.

"Its entertain how innocent you seem to act Cath, yet I know your little secret." He whispers lowly in my ears making me stutter and struggle more. Master grins and moved my hair from my neck, kissing a small spot.

"Alright, enough." I warn, my lips pursing to a line. I don't know what to do.He does it again but this time stays in the spot and sucks lightly.

In instinct my leg kicks backward, a shriek comes from master and with enough time I wiggle out of his grip and quickly turn, lifting my hands which where now turned into fist. I feel his jaw connect to my knuckles hearing a small crack.

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