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Chapter Two

Emery

Iwas alive in thebest way, feeling everything; my chest as the air went in with each breath, my legs as they clung to his hips, his hands as they touched and caressed my body like I belonged to him. . .

It was amazing.

The door to the bathroom opened, and my seducer growled. “Get the fuck out.” Stopping, his body stilled as he listened intently, waiting for the intruder to leave.

Whoever it was was still there, lurking in the background. I could make out the silhouette of a man over his shoulder, standing stone still, his breathing heavy and raspy.

Ducking my head, I tried to stay hidden from view. I was sure it was more than obvious to anyone coming in what was going on, but for some reason I didn't want them to see me.

Maybe it was a little hint of shame and embarrassment that came over me. This wasn't something I ever did, I didn't frequent bars and run off to get fucked in the bathroom by strangers.

Keeping my head down, I buried my face in the man's chest and stayed quiet.

Twisting his head over his shoulder, he barked. “I said get the fuck out!”

“I heard you the first time.”

Taking in a gulp of air, the man unfurled me from his body, slowly turning to the face the voice. He didn't say anything, not a fucking word. He just stood there, his back snapping square as his arms hung by his sides, fingers dangling with poise.

I was trying to catch my breath, holding onto the wall for balance, as I grounded my feet. Closing my eyes, I took in slow breaths through my nose, trying to calm my heart rate down.

“I didn't think he knew what he was talking about, but here you are.” The strange voice spoke calm and even, and I knew instantly that these two men were obviously not strangers to each other. “He was right, he knew you'd come back eventually.”

“Turn around and leave, that's the best thing you can do right now.”

An evil laugh echoed around the room and off the tiles, causing my heart to stop. “Are you really fucking threatening me right now?”

“Frankie, this isn't going to end how you want it to.” Holding up his hands, he took a small step forward. “I don't want to do this right now, not here. Hurting you is the last thing on my mind right now.”

“Hurt me? You honestly think you're the one who will hurt me?” The man named Frankie barked, his tone thick and low. “You know it's out of my control, you know exactly why I can't just turn and walk away from you.”

“I know, but I can't—I won'tlet you do this. You can leave right now and no one has to get hurt.”

“Are you fucking serious?” The man laughed, short and annoyed. “Is that what you really think? Who's going to stop me, you? You screwed yourself, you fucking deserve this.”

“Look, I'll let you live for now, but only if you go back and tell him I have other plans, tell him I'm coming for him.”

Let him live??

What the hell is going on!?