"I was safe the entire time, wasn't I?" Katie slowly asks, "I'm not trying to be cocky or anything, I'm just asking."
Lane rolls his eyes as if it should already be obvious, looking back out onto the damp woods in annoyance. "What do you...
• Lane above when he says "It doesn't have to make sense" & Katie's reaction below when Lane leaves (pretend she's wearing his creamy white sweater that's baggy on her & her hair is down +fluffy!) •
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Lane leans back in his beautifully craved and glossy coated office chair. His ocean blue eyes stare into a field of green that belongs to Katie. He had took her into his office to privately discuss the escalating events of the day. She sits on a chair that is pushed back against the wall a few seven feet away from the corner of the crime lord's desk.
Lane looks away from her, softly shaking his head. "Wow."
"I'm telling the truth." Katie softly pleads with the crime lord. "I wouldn't lie."
Lane pats his hand on the wooden sphere shape at the arm rest made for the hands to hold. Katie bites he lip with anxiety. She hears the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the roof.
"You do believe me, don't you?" Katie's face is full of innocent, her green eyes wide.
Lane sighs heavily. The blonde shifts in her seat. The blue eyed man looks up at her knowingly. Distant thunder rumbles.
"I know you're trying to protect your friend." Lane's tone is surprisingly calm, even. "For someone whom I've barely met, he costed me a lot in one day."
Katie's eyes fill with sadness, dread. Her lips purse and then pout. She slowly nods her head as her green eyes flicker down in defeat.
"What could I do?" Katie asks sadly, her voice soft.
Lane purses his lips and gives her a look of empathy. "There is nothing you could do."
"What if I took his place?" Katie looks up to see the twinge of darkness clouding the ocean in his eyes, "Or not..."
"He burned my fucking warehouse down!" Lane checks his heated tone, cooling down. "He murdered two people and kidnapped you."
Katie slowly shakes her head. "But he didn't kidnap me."
"If you didn't go willingly, then you were taken." Lane's chest rises and falls greatly, "Stolen, from me."
Questions form on the tip of Katie's tongue and she immediately spits them out like poison.
"You act as if I'm a little porcelain doll...a piece of property—your property." Katie's eyes slant and her head cocks to left the side, her face full of curiosity. Lane finds it quite amusing. "Why am I so special? I have no real value to you...no special connections...I stand out like a sore thumb compared to everyone else here..."
