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“Get off of me!” she snarled, looking over her shoulder at me, hate and fear in her eyes.
“Calm down or you’ll wake Austin.”
~*~TT~*~
Robyn
The fight within me dimmed when Constantine mentioned Austin. The last thing I wanted was him to come out of his room right now. Anger, hurt, surprise… so many emotions were racing through me. The man who was once the love of my life was going to kill me. I knew he was troubled when we were younger, but a killer? Sure, there was the robbery, but in the back of my mind I kept trying to convince myself it was a mistake, or maybe the other guy did it. It was so hard to believe. And he was going to kill me?
I needed to get away. But how? I was trapped under two hundred pounds of pure muscle. “Please, Constantine, if you ever truly loved me at some point in your life, please let us go.”
“I’m not going to hurt you Robyn, but you can’t stay here.” He loosened his grip on me and sat up. Cautiously, I sat up as well, scooting myself as far away from him as possible on the sofa.
“Where do you suggest I go? What am I supposed to do? Do you think I’d still be here, living in this dump if I had a way out? I’m working on something, I just need time.”
“Unless this something is going to happen within the next few days that’s not good enough.”
Fear shot through me, my entire body tensing. “Why?”
“You’re going to have to trust me.”
I didn’t, not really. There was a point in time where I would have trusted him with my life, but now… I just didn’t know. I’d spent two years with a crime boss and been oblivious to it, endangering not only my life but that of my child. To say I was a bad judge of character was an understatement. Maybe I was just addicted to bad boys. Not the best addiction.
“I don’t trust you. Pretty hard to trust someone who admitted he was hired to kill you.”
“I never admitted such a thing.”
“Then why were you sent here?” I felt slightly better. I’d overreacted. It wouldn’t be the first time. Maybe I’d misread the guilt that had flashed in his eyes.
“That’s not important. What’s important is the safety of you and Austin, which is why you’re moving out of this shithole and in with me. Until I can figure out something.”
“Calm down or you’ll wake Austin.”
~*~TT~*~
Robyn
The fight within me dimmed when Constantine mentioned Austin. The last thing I wanted was him to come out of his room right now. Anger, hurt, surprise… so many emotions were racing through me. The man who was once the love of my life was going to kill me. I knew he was troubled when we were younger, but a killer? Sure, there was the robbery, but in the back of my mind I kept trying to convince myself it was a mistake, or maybe the other guy did it. It was so hard to believe. And he was going to kill me?
I needed to get away. But how? I was trapped under two hundred pounds of pure muscle. “Please, Constantine, if you ever truly loved me at some point in your life, please let us go.”
“I’m not going to hurt you Robyn, but you can’t stay here.” He loosened his grip on me and sat up. Cautiously, I sat up as well, scooting myself as far away from him as possible on the sofa.
“Where do you suggest I go? What am I supposed to do? Do you think I’d still be here, living in this dump if I had a way out? I’m working on something, I just need time.”
“Unless this something is going to happen within the next few days that’s not good enough.”
Fear shot through me, my entire body tensing. “Why?”
“You’re going to have to trust me.”
I didn’t, not really. There was a point in time where I would have trusted him with my life, but now… I just didn’t know. I’d spent two years with a crime boss and been oblivious to it, endangering not only my life but that of my child. To say I was a bad judge of character was an understatement. Maybe I was just addicted to bad boys. Not the best addiction.
“I don’t trust you. Pretty hard to trust someone who admitted he was hired to kill you.”
“I never admitted such a thing.”
“Then why were you sent here?” I felt slightly better. I’d overreacted. It wouldn’t be the first time. Maybe I’d misread the guilt that had flashed in his eyes.
“That’s not important. What’s important is the safety of you and Austin, which is why you’re moving out of this shithole and in with me. Until I can figure out something.”
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