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Kelcie

The fact he didn’t even notice me sitting here as he smashed through the door and stomped his way up to Gabriel proves he is too sloppy in his attack.

I start scanning the room looking for something, anything, and notice the table in front of me, Anders’s gun is sitting on it.

He usually takes it out of his belt when he sits down here.

When he got up to check the cameras and then take off to find who was here, he forgot to pick it up.

But knowing Anders he will have something else concealed on him.

I look over at Gabriel he’s still purposely not looking at me so that O’Connell doesn’t clock me.

I know he doesn’t carry any weapons on him, but there is one in his desk drawers, but it would be too obvious for him to reach for it.

He is waiting for Anders.

“How does it feel knowing you’re going to die sat in that chair, where your prick of a grandfather sat, giving orders to beat my father.”

O’Connell’s words are bitter but shaken, he’s not comfortable with that gun and it’s apparent, even to me.

Gabriel is still unfazed by him, and the gun pointing at him.

The anger of a gun being pointed at the man who protects me, who is mine, stirs something in the pit of my stomach which races through my blood.

I can feel the adrenaline travel through my veins, causing goosebumps to form and my pupils to dilate.

Looking back to Anders’ gun I notice that the silencer already fixed to it, he was ready to take out whoever he needed.

However, being the always cautious man, he has the safety on.

I lean forward slowly, placing my palm on the grip, wrapping my fingers around it and lifting it carefully so not to make a sound.

I feel the weight of it, heavier than I expected.

I stand in slow steady movements, I know Gabriel has noticed me, but he can’t say anything without letting O’Connell know I am here.

I can feel my heart racing in my chest, but I don’t feel any fear.

Taking steady, soft steps making sure I remain silent I walk forward, my right hand gripping the gun, holding it by my thigh.

I get to about a meter behind him, and I’ve made sure not to step into his peripheral view at any point.

My mind is clear, my breathing calm, I can feel every part of my body and able to control every inch of it.

“It was me that gave the orders on your father.”

Gabriel’s tone is flat and even.

“It was also me that had you beat until you cried and begged for your life.

Do you remember that? You begged them to stop, offering everything you have and to do anything they wanted? Weak.”

O’Connell is shaking his head and I hear his breathing become laboured.

“You fucking cunt.”

He’s shouting but I can still hear unease in his voice.

“Oh, and you think you had, what was it, ‘my bitch’ burnt to the ground.”

As he says these words I take a step forward at an angle, if he moves his head even slightly to the left, he will see me.

“You failed at that too.”

His tone is vicious, almost spitting the words at him, his anger starting to make his features tense.

As the words leave Gabriel’s mouth, I raise the gun.

I turn the safety off causing it to make an audible click.

O’Connell’s head snaps to the left, his eyes widen, and he takes a sharp breath in.

I have the gun now pointed straight at his head, I smile at him.

“Hey.”

I say softly.

It feels as though time around me has slowed.

I squeeze the trigger and watch as the bullet travels from the barrel and bores into his forehead.

Blood sprays from the wound over me, and anything close by.

His body drops to the ground heavily as Anders runs into the office.

Everything is still in slow motion as Anders approaches me and Gabriel stands from his chair.

I still have the gun held out, staring at where he stood.

Anders stops beside me as I lower my arm to my side, he grips hold of my wrist with one hand and takes the gun in the other.

“Miss Taylor, I’ll take that.”

I turn my head.

“OK.”

I say looking at him.

Gabriel walks around his desk, over to me and takes my hand.

He walks me into the bathroom, and I willingly follow.

No words are spoken.

He slides my dress down over my arms, I rest my hands on his shoulders as he pushes it down my legs and holds it for me to step out of.

He places it to the side before lowering to the ground to carefully remove my shoes.

“Arh, my dress, will it be OK?”

Gabriel looks up at me, grins and gives out a soft laugh whilst slightly shaking his head.

“Yes, it will be fine.”

He stands brushing my hair back off my shoulders, I’m naked, the dress doesn’t allow for underwear, so I am standing with only O’Connell’s blood over me.

Gabriel undresses and takes me into the shower, he gently cleans me, removing any blood.

His touch is soft and delicate.

“Are you OK?”

His words match his softness.

“Yes.”

I answer factually.

I always thought in a fight or flight situation I would be running for the hills.

“How did you know how to use the gun?”

He asks, the curiosity clear in his voice.

“I don’t know, maybe the true crime documentaries did have some use.”

His eyes are on mine, goosebumps are taking over my body and my breathing deepens.

His eyes widen, and he reaches his hands up placing them around my neck, thumbs along my jawline keeping me looking at him, he leans down and kisses me, hard, passionately.

My tongue follows his, I moan, and he devours it.

Fuck, I am already wet.

“Kelcie, you looked so fucking powerful taking him out.

But you didn’t have to do that.”

His forehead is resting on mine, I can feel his breath as he speaks.

“You say I’m yours, so that makes you mine.”

My heart starts to race, and the realisation that I’ve just shot a man in the head is sinking in, yet I don’t care, I have no remorse for what I’ve just done.

I love this man, and no one is going to take him from me.

“I will go to the depths of hell and burn everything and everyone on the way to keep you safe.

Nothing will take you from me, ever.

Even in death, I will be with you, there is no me without you.

I will do what is needed and more to keep you mine.”

His head still resting on mine as he speaks.

He kisses me again and moves a hand between my thighs, squeezing my flesh as he moves up making his thumb hover over my clit, I want him.

His lips are on mine, as he pushes his fingers deep inside me hard, his thumb pushed on my clit moving in circles.

“Fuck,”

he growls his voice husky.

I can feel his hard dick pushing against me.

“I’m yours Gabriel.”

He pulls me into him by my hips, pushing me against the shower wall, I can feel the cold tiles on my back making shivers run over my body.

I feel him guide his hard dick to my pussy, resting it there before crashing into me. I scream.

“Oh God!”

“God can’t help you now,”

he whispers into my ear.

I feel every bit of him filling me and my pussy clenching around him.

His hands are running over every inch of my body squeezing with bruising pressure.

He fists my hair in his hand pulling it back making my head reach back.

His other hand comes back around my neck against my jaw.

His hips thrust back and forth, making me cry his name.

He tightens his grip on my neck, restricting my breaths but not eliminating my ability to moan.

“So fucking good,”

he pants out.

He fucks me hard and fast, my body begins to shake, my eyes start to blur, and I can’t help but moan his name.

“Come for me Kelcie.”

His demand has me clenching around his dick as he continues to fuck me, he doesn’t rest up, making my cum drip down my thighs with each of his thrusts.

He holds me close, hand still gripped around my throat.

“Always mine”

he whispers into my ear as he thrusts a final time, coming deep inside me, I feel him fill me making me gasp for air.

We are getting dried up, and Gabriel is getting dressed.

“What should I put on?”

I don’t want to put back on the dress that has blood on it.

“Stay here, I’ll have someone grab one of the work dresses you can slip on until we get home.”

“What about Dinner?”

I ask with a grin on my face.

“I am assuming we have no concerns about being out now.”

His eyes lock on mine.

“You’re something else Kelcie.”

I stay put whilst he leaves the bathroom.

He’s back minutes later with a dress for me.

I walk back into the office expecting to see O’Connell still on the floor, he isn’t.

The blood that had splattered around has pretty much gone, and there is now a rug on the floor where he was.

I suspect that Anders sorted it all out, but there wouldn’t have been enough time to clean properly.

Anders walks into the office with a glass of wine and hands me it.

“Miss Taylor.”

I take the wine, I think that this is his way of checking on me.

“Thank you, Anders.”

Taking the wine I sit on the couch.

He looks at me, assessing my expression.

“I’m OK.”

I reassure him.

“Are we still going to dinner, or should I expect some takeout?”

“I think I may have underestimated you, Miss Taylor.”

I look at Anders and smile.

“I think we will have to postpone dinner.”

Gabriel laughs.

“I’ll have the driver pick you something up on the way back to the house.”

“That’s OK, I’ll have it here.”

I don’t really want to go home on my own, and there shouldn’t be an issue with me being here now surely.

Gabriel looks between me and Anders.

Anders shrugs his shoulders.

“OK.”

Gabriel’s words are emotionless.

Which doesn’t bother me as it means he’s not worried or annoyed that I want to stay.