Falling for the Burnt Spy (A Burn Notice Story) COMPLETED

Chapter Three

                        Emma's POV
“I’m Emma, and I need your help Michael.”

Michael and mystery women’s head shoots up and looks at me. “How do you know if I can even help you?” Michael questions. I gulp as the hot man above me that could probably snap me in half like a twig stares well glares at me actually. “I heard what you did for those little shops by stopping the gang bangers from owning it all. I actually live with Andy the boss.” That’s when I realized I should probably specify because right now I’m staring down the end of two gun barrels after being dragged through the gate, up the stairs, and through a door. “So, this is how he plans to get revenge on me by sending a 17 year old to kill me?” Michael questions me. I quickly shake my head and say, “NO. I mean no I don’t work for Andy I mean I kind of do but against my will. Just don’t shoot me let me explain. Oh and I’m 16.” He looks at the women and then back at me and says. “Go ahead.”
I nod my head and start explaining that I was kidnapped by Andy in Pennsylvania and when I woke up I was in Miami and how he has beat me ever since. I also added the crimes he’s committed and that he plans to sell me as a prostitute. When I finish rambling my life for the past two year I’m still staring down the barrel of a gun. The gun that was held by the hottest guy I’ve ever met. I manage to say, “Aren’t you gonna put the gun away I explained everything.” “First of all how do I know I can trust you?” He asks raising a brow. At this point the tears start brimming and I’m choking down a sob as I exclaim, “I’m not lying I swear I can prove it.” Before I can do anything else he pushes me out the door and says, “Go home kid. Tell Andy you didn’t find me and that you couldn’t kill me. Next time you need to come up with a better story.” And with that I’m staring at a closed door and I gulp knowing there is no way out. My only hope just pushed me out claiming I was lying. So I go grocery shopping and head back but as I glance at my watch I realize that I’m doomed because it’s 6:00p.m. I walk through the gate and walk up the walkway to the front door I push it open and see him standing there glaring at me with furrowed brows. Before I can do anything he yells, “Where the hell have you been.” “I lost track of time I’m sorry.” I mutter. That’s when I feel it the hard punch that landed right on my left cheek. And I know there’s more to come.