My Fears

Katie's POV

“Are you going to kill me?” I ask foolishly. I can’t help it; the question is burning a hole in my head. The door at my feet opens, and a man comes up to follow through with Cephus’s orders.

“I might be a criminal, dear Katie, but killing beautiful women isn’t something I enjoy doing. I only do it if necessary. If you do as you’re told, I won’t hurt you.” His deep, silky voice invades my body and my senses. I shudder as my palms sweat, and a slick coating of fear fills my belly.

When my limbs are free once again, Cephus gets out of the car. I sit up, and he motions for me to get out. Sliding out, I clasp my shirt together with my hand and take in my surroundings.

We are parked in front of a large house, two men are guarding the front door, and three more are standing close to the car. I wonder if that’s my welcoming committee or if this place is always so heavily guarded.

My feet touch the gravel, and I fight the urge to run, knowing I won’t get far anyway.

Cephus holds ou