Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

Book 3: The Reunion

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 1: The Reunion

Who knew that down the line of my tremendously detrimental and highly dreadful sense of fate ran circles around the globe after I was sliced into a stand still for two and a half years. Petrified and scarce couldn't even begin to describe the rolling wave of crashing emotions hitting me in all directions when I left Aaron on the ground floor with remnants of my ruby red dress. To watch him scream when he first saw Candidate One and I and now...the uncertainty of ever pursuing something with Candidate One in the first place.

I wonder, did any of you stick to the hip? Did you all believe this would be another grand story of a woman who never got captured for too long, who never got tortured enough to count numerous scars over a few? This isn't like any other swoon-worthy romance worth a take of billion dollar empires and business associated transactions.

This is a tale of survival in the fittest and scariest of forms.

I am a genetically altered mechanism in scientific human test trials to become advanced human weaponry in a world of cold-hearted war and greed as far as the mind can imagine. Lives stolen right out from our noses the second humans are isolated from their peers and taken for experimental treatment. Unethical test trials used to change and alter DNA, making organisms such as myself stronger...better in every way, at every angle. The consequences of it are more severe than that of anything else.

My consequences started with indecisiveness.

Which is ironic considering I was programmed to be certain of every breath I take, let along every mission given to me by a deadly institution known as The Continuum. A place of an unknown ruler, a board who makes deadly decisions with peoples lives...a board who thinks they can play god and not hold retaliations to those they wronged.

To me.

They were sorely mistaken.

I give Aaron Westlake a bloody dirty look, "Haven't you heard the saying 'I am woman, hear me roar?' Look it up, dip-shit." I grunt at him, squirming as he seems to know how to hold me, what buttons to push? How to keep me still and so cemented against his strangely heated skin, where my fingers were ice cold against his meaty neck.

He gives me a deadpanned look, his hands intertwine at my hip and he just holds me there, not saying another word, I narrow my eyes at him, "You want to explain to all of us what the hell that was back there or is the sexual tension between you two going to become a distinctive problem?" Tobias spits by the wheel.

I scoff, "I think that's yours."

Madison laughs first, Samsara smiles slowly as Branson and Reynolds just shake their heads in amusement, dropping them down in their awaiting hands as I feel muscular movement down the length of my back and I snap my eyes back to Aaron's, "Stop it, or I'll throw you out of your stupid SUV." I say to him.

He stares me down, "Just get comfortable, I'm not letting go anytime soon." I roll my eyes and grab his hand, pulling it away from thigh, he strengthens the friction against our hands and therefore, so do I. He widens his eyes slowly as he fights against trying to hold me, against my own strength to which he hadn't anticipated.

I stare him down now, "You've already underestimated me more than once, do you really think you are stronger, Westlake, given what I am?" I ask him, slowly as my own eyes darken while a small flush licks at his cheeks when I manipulate his strength and shove his arms in an 'X' against his burly chest. He tries to roll out his hands, before I sit up and move to the seat next to him, shoving my hands off of him, just as Tobias pulls into a large building, electric fences at least ten metres high surround it. I pause when I see them, watching them as we drive past.