He gave me adrenaline, passion and thrill. I just didn't know at what cost...
When small town girl Mia Thorpe moves to London to begin a new life, the last thing she expects is to fall head over heels for the charming yet mysterious Grayson Cooper...
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As Joel taps his fingers against the screen of his phone, I stay motionless in the corner of the hideous sofa, trying my hardest to silence my sobs.
The other two men sat opposite don't take much notice of me, instead they both appear to light up a cigarette and sit back nonchalantly—as if all of this is completely normal.
I take a few moments to look around; cringing at the stained, green wallpaper that covers the walls and the small kitchen which looks as though it hasn't been cleaned properly in a year or two. The TV cabinet is covered in used ashtrays and I don't care much for the overwhelming smell of nicotine mixed with weed.
This has to be some kind of nightmare.
Wiping my sleeve against my red, puffy cheeks, I take a moment to plan my escape; Joel has the phone to his ear, and when I move my eyes to the other men, I see that they're too preoccupied with their lighters to notice me. Now would be the perfect—if not only—time to run.
I look to the door, working out how quickly I could launch myself from the sofa and escape; maybe two seconds if I'm fast.
Taking a few breaths, I shift myself to the edge, my movements going unnoticed by the others, and just as Joel turns his back to me, I go.
I swear it feels like I'm running in slow motion as I fly past the small table and latch myself to the door, tugging at the handle as if the my life depended on it.
Well, it kinda does.
But just as I think I've made freedom, two large arms fix strongly around my waist.
"Little bitch!" Joel yells, heaving me from the doorway and effortlessly carrying me back over to the lounge area.
I thrash about in his grip, trying but failing to free myself.
"Please! Just let me go!" I shriek, my tears reappearing as I feel Joel's harsh, staggered breathing next to me.
He throws me onto the sofa, running his hand through his messy brown hair and lowering his face to mine. "You ain't going fucking anywhere," he hisses, and my tears stream onto my lips.
The other two men cower as Joel turns to them, his ferocious eyes tearing them apart. "I told you to keep a fucking eye on her!" He booms.
"Sorry pal, she just ran," the dark skinned man mutters quietly.
Joel shakes his head, huffing as he turns on the spot and retrieves his phone back from his pocket.
My insides feel as though they are melting away inside of me. Every ounce of my body is stunned, rendered to a shaking mess. Right now, more than ever, I wish Grayson were here.
Wait...Grayson!
He must be expecting me by now—and I know that overprotective, controlling man well enough to know that at any minute he'll be calling to see where the hell I am; though if only I knew.
