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Story: Conceal (Eagle Tactical 3)
We stepped away from the car and toward the house.
Zan lay in a pool of his own blood, the metal of a gun glistened beneath the stars in his hand. Had he shot himself or had Enzo made it look like that on purpose?
“Keep walking.” Enzo’s clasp on my arm remained tight as he escorted me up the porch steps and inside his extravagant home.
“What do you want with me?” I asked. From what I’d heard, Enzo hadn’t been behind my abduction, but why keep me? What did he intend to do with me now that I was here on his property, taken by his men?
“Relax,Tesero. I will have a cup of tea for you, and you will be on your way.” Enzo escorted me into his home and shut the door behind us.
I trembled as I inched forward, my legs not wanting to cooperate. Hell, I didn’t want to cooperate. “Let me go. Please, I won’t tell anyone you were involved.”
Was that what he was worried about?
The floors were made of gray and white swirled marble. My bare feet were cold over the slick material as he dragged me into what I presumed to be his office. A tall chair sat in the corner, his desk the centerpiece. “Have a seat,” he said, pushing me into the dark blue velvet seat.
I collapsed into the chair, grateful his touch was no longer on my arm. There were no windows in his office. The door was the only way to escape. The room was dark with no decoration, only wallpaper that glistened from the desk lamp that remained on.
“Sit. Stay.”
“I’m not a dog,” I said.
“I’ll be right back. Just sit tight.” Enzo walked backward several strides before he slipped out of the door.
I leaped from the chair and hurried toward the door. He’d locked me inside. Why had I sat there and done as he’d commanded?
Why had I followed him inside his home? I should have run when I had the opportunity.
Without an obvious way to escape, I hurried toward his desk. The mahogany was in pristine condition, the wood clean and well maintained. There were no papers left askew. I tried the drawers. Each one had been locked.
The door swung open, and Enzo stalked inside, a silver tray with two cups of tea in hand as he stared at me. “I thought I told you to sit and wait for me?”
“I don’t take orders from you or anyone else.”
Enzo stepped closer toward me.
I took a step back, away from his desk, wanting to keep my distance.
What did he want with me?
“I’ve already contacted the authorities.”
“What? You did?” I didn’t believe him.
Why would he do that? There was a dead body in his front yard.
Was he going to blame me for that man’s death?
“They will be here soon to ask you questions. I think it would be wise for you to sit and have a drink while we wait. We could talk, get the opportunity to know a little about one another,” Enzo said.
I didn’t trust him, but he wasn’t waving a gun at me or threatening me either. That was at least a good sign.
“You called the police?” I asked. “Why would you do that?”
“So, they can see that I’m innocent. I took no part in your abduction. I’m not a monster.”
He offered me the tea, placing the tray on the desk. “But you killed that man on your front lawn.”
Enzo eyed his watch, his jaw tight. He lifted a cup, the china small and delicate, which looked almost rather comical in his large rough hands. “I don’t know about you, but I could use some chamomile to calm down.” He lifted the teacup to his lips and took a sip.
Zan lay in a pool of his own blood, the metal of a gun glistened beneath the stars in his hand. Had he shot himself or had Enzo made it look like that on purpose?
“Keep walking.” Enzo’s clasp on my arm remained tight as he escorted me up the porch steps and inside his extravagant home.
“What do you want with me?” I asked. From what I’d heard, Enzo hadn’t been behind my abduction, but why keep me? What did he intend to do with me now that I was here on his property, taken by his men?
“Relax,Tesero. I will have a cup of tea for you, and you will be on your way.” Enzo escorted me into his home and shut the door behind us.
I trembled as I inched forward, my legs not wanting to cooperate. Hell, I didn’t want to cooperate. “Let me go. Please, I won’t tell anyone you were involved.”
Was that what he was worried about?
The floors were made of gray and white swirled marble. My bare feet were cold over the slick material as he dragged me into what I presumed to be his office. A tall chair sat in the corner, his desk the centerpiece. “Have a seat,” he said, pushing me into the dark blue velvet seat.
I collapsed into the chair, grateful his touch was no longer on my arm. There were no windows in his office. The door was the only way to escape. The room was dark with no decoration, only wallpaper that glistened from the desk lamp that remained on.
“Sit. Stay.”
“I’m not a dog,” I said.
“I’ll be right back. Just sit tight.” Enzo walked backward several strides before he slipped out of the door.
I leaped from the chair and hurried toward the door. He’d locked me inside. Why had I sat there and done as he’d commanded?
Why had I followed him inside his home? I should have run when I had the opportunity.
Without an obvious way to escape, I hurried toward his desk. The mahogany was in pristine condition, the wood clean and well maintained. There were no papers left askew. I tried the drawers. Each one had been locked.
The door swung open, and Enzo stalked inside, a silver tray with two cups of tea in hand as he stared at me. “I thought I told you to sit and wait for me?”
“I don’t take orders from you or anyone else.”
Enzo stepped closer toward me.
I took a step back, away from his desk, wanting to keep my distance.
What did he want with me?
“I’ve already contacted the authorities.”
“What? You did?” I didn’t believe him.
Why would he do that? There was a dead body in his front yard.
Was he going to blame me for that man’s death?
“They will be here soon to ask you questions. I think it would be wise for you to sit and have a drink while we wait. We could talk, get the opportunity to know a little about one another,” Enzo said.
I didn’t trust him, but he wasn’t waving a gun at me or threatening me either. That was at least a good sign.
“You called the police?” I asked. “Why would you do that?”
“So, they can see that I’m innocent. I took no part in your abduction. I’m not a monster.”
He offered me the tea, placing the tray on the desk. “But you killed that man on your front lawn.”
Enzo eyed his watch, his jaw tight. He lifted a cup, the china small and delicate, which looked almost rather comical in his large rough hands. “I don’t know about you, but I could use some chamomile to calm down.” He lifted the teacup to his lips and took a sip.
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