I covered my ears, my head and every part of my body I could get my hands on, Genuinely squeezing firmly biting on my teeth and trying hard not to scream. Two assaults in one week,were they attempting to win a damn award? Seconds later,the thugs all stopped,they paused and froze, I wanted to peep but shot myself down in panic, it was just silent,no gunshots,no whispers,no nothing, I stayed on the ground too terrified to move my head. It may be a trap. "Tracy, come out, come out wherever ever you are." One my assailants stated in a singing voice, I knew that he may have blasted my head out at the first glimpse. No doubt I was afraid to my bones. One of the goons could shoot to kill and that would be the end of Tracy scott. My bodyguard might have been dead now.Not might. He was dead, otherwise I wouldn't be shivering like a dead cat.He probably took out a number of them before he was shot, but it seemed I knew he wouldn't live up to a month. Pathetic. Come to think of it am
I shifted gazes and by that, I meant selecting on what portion of his body to focus at. His bulging abs or his wonderfully shaped face, plump full wet slips and oh my as I look a little farther lower, I think maybe I may just get an outline of his dick, what am I even thinking picturing insane things like that. I genuinely need to rest my head, he's my bodyguard, there should be professional limits. Beginning today, I'm going to not think about him. "Morning Sir." He welcomed showing civility and even his voice was heated. It's Enough to snap me out of my crazy ideas. Thankfully, I didn't get to finish that statement in my head,because otherwise I wouldn't be able to stop my imaginations from running wild all morning. I have to admit, he is beautiful. He had this careless vibe surrounding him that's making me lose my willpower. That fascinated me. I'm usually rigid, harsh yet he's making me fumble without so much as a dialogue. "Get it together Tracy You do neither want nor ne
He must have felt fairly good about himself,gloating on how much he managed to get under my skin in such a short length of time. Maybe he investigated me and found out a handful of things. He believed he's different. I'd establish that he's badly misguided. No one got to play me that way, much less a pisky bodyguard who had a life span less than a bug. The nerve of the idiot. I did not care what I had to do, I'd find a cause to get rid of him. like he heard my thoughts he opened the vehicle door for me to get in, behaved like a gentleman. I resisted the impulse to call him out for it, saying he's treated me like a kid it would simply be ridiculous. Childish even and I needed serious therapy. I forced a crazy smark and got in. Antony stepped into the driver's seat and began the engine. I hesitated and waited for his next move. The tiniest mistake made by him would be my opportunity. Where to ma'am?" He addressed me appropriately once again, wasting another excellent chance. L ch
I yelled in a high-pitched voice mimicking one that was in agony yet I was in none. I clutched to the duvet in just my bra underneath. It dawned on me that the duvet wasn't bulletproof. One-shot on target and they got me. "Stop shouting!" He snapped, ordering me to remain shut. I nearly allowed myself to jubilate for a tiny response from him. Almost, I was not that foolish. Try to get out of here alive, jubilate afterwards. "I'm typically worth more to them alive. Why is someone trying to kill me!" I yelled out loud. They fired a couple more rounds and I had to clench my lips tight so I wouldn't scream. Glass was being shattered, it appeared we were encircled. "Is Ryder okay?" I questioned, worried as the bullet nearly missed him. I knew I was not concerned about his life as much as the controversy his death would cause. Call me a hypocrite but I had to say the truth. Firstly everyone would know of what we've been doing over the last several months, it would damage my image as w
He got up from his chair and took a deep breath. Ikept my gaze on him. He had better start talking or I swear I was going to move out of his house. I listened to him, I never complained. I did a little but still listened and all these while, he still treated me like a damn child. I'm frigging for twenty-two. I inhaled a sharp breath. He was testing my patience and I was going to blow up soon. Very soon.``I was able to snag a business deal. I had no idea some very powerful people wanted it and now they want me to hand it over." He blurted out. I tilted my head backwards in outright shock. Armed men, guns and danger just for a business deal. The life of his daughter just for money. He placed such little value on my life and he was my father. If he acted like this how would others who barely know me act?"So hand it over dad," I whispered, forcing my emotions right back down. This was why I never opened up to anyone. I acted cold for this singularreason. Even my father did not care
I strode to the car full of fake smiles. My emotions were fairly under control that explains why I was not crying. Sadly, shopping was just a distraction. It's my only distraction whenever something happens although right now, the only thing I wanted was to get into my tub then cry until I felt nothing. I cried until my eyes got swollen, my mouth felt sore, limbs would be weak and my heart, mind, soul and body were numb. I can't do that, I had appearances to be kept up. I needed to keep up the bossy-bitch attitude and suckit up. "Took you long enough." I fired at him on sighting in. I'm glad he arrived just in time. A second more and I might let a tear or two seep out.The moment he stepped into the car, I scoffed at him pushing his buttons."I was talking to your father." His tone is hard,professional, cold, zero emotions. His words annoyed me in ways I cannot explain. He also mentioned the man who caused everything. I refused to call him my father. "Alright, whatever. We're
took his towel off and changed into a skin-tightgown showing all my curves before handing it over to the maids as he requested. I settled down, reduced my impulsive attitude and took the time to plan my next action. My face was reflected in the mirror as I appliedmakeup. I did not like too much of it so I justbrightened my face. Then, I grabbed my phone, my purse and left the room. My heels clicked on the tiles with every step I took. My dad stood in the middle of the living room watching me like a hawk. His lips twitched a few times. He tried to speak but no words formed. Finally, he overcame his trance and decided to talk to his daughter. "Tracyl, are you going out today? After everything that happened yesterday. Don't you think it's wise to stay home and rest? The maids will get you anything you want. Just ask darling but please don't go out." Unlike before, he didn't try to force anything on me. His tone was pleading and his lips were begging me to stay back home.
I was squealed in extreme happiness. Never in my life had I been so happy to see a maid. I could just hug her now. I won't, but I wanted to show her how much this meant to me.Then, From the corner of my eye, I noticed the looks she gave us before settling the towel. Her stay lingered on more than it should and my gratitude turned to annoyance. She knew her place in the house. My actions were none of her concern, yetshe's keen on poking her nose where it does notconcern her. I was sure the other maids were going to have a long day discussing Antony and me. I gave her one last cold look before she shut the door. Focusing on Antony , I noticed his downcast look. His smile, a hundred per cent fake. My dad taught me how to notice things, so I became very good at it. For a second there, we got close. He was not protective, and he opened up to me. Was he enjoying spending time with me so much that he forgot his wife? was still a bit perplexed. "What wife?" The words he uttered m
**TRACY SCOTT**. "Where do you want to go?"Jimmy asked, dirverting into the main road.It's a miracle we've even gotten this far without any reporters trying to bash into the car or take pictures. Maybe they don't have vans?I'm almost sure Father would have gotten the news by nowThey've flock around the office begging for a comment or the house.I expected it. In fact I want it.The more influence I have, the more people get to hear the truth.Father can't oppose this even. That man killed his wife. He took me for days and now they're going to just let him go.Well I'll be dammed.Just like clockwork, my cell began ringing.Lucky guess it's Ethan. He's calling to rant aboutIt'll be rude not to answer, plus I'm not ashamed of what I've done I'll repeat it if necessary."What is it?"I snapped. From the corner, Jimmy's brows shot up."I just wanted to say congratulations. I'm happy you're going to do something that n
**TRACY SCOTT**. Murmurs. Bickering. Incessant sounds that's currently irking. Echoing in my ear and makes me want to scream. Maybe they'll shut up.More reporters are gathering since I've gotten what I wanted. For this to air live. For the entire world to hear me.For the whole world to see and understand my plague. To know why I went through and decide for themselves if what's going to happen is the right thing. It's not. They know it. It's why they'll stand up and stop it. I hope."Everyone is eager to understand what I'm about to say. I'll tell you and since this is live, there won't be any miscommunication."My eyes went above their heads as the teachers would advise us while we gave our speeches. I wished I hadn't done that though.For the side entrance, I noticed Antony burst out with Ethan behind him.Perfect. I had all the media attention, they weren't affected by two men.I turned away. Antony's eyes move
TRACY SCOTT**. Jimmy loves me. I should not be considering that with everything that's happening and all that's at stake, but in some weird way I can't help the tingles all around me with the realization that Jimmy loves me.He's actually in love with me. I know that because what we about to do is similar to jumping off a cliff with no safety on, he's willing to do that.I think he is. Maybe he'll just walk me up to it, tell me what to do then leave me hanging.He'll remain neutral in the dealings and I'll face the music myself.I would not blame him. It's typically the smart thing to do.Ethan. Antony. They should all stay away from me. The best thing to do is taking it all head on.In fact involving anyone else will just make matters worse.I'm the center piece of everything.It started with me. It should end with me."Are you reconsidering it? I won't lie to you, it'spolitical suicide, that what we would call it
**TRACY SCOTT**. "How about here, it says foreign nationals who have committed a crime...""We can't use that, they'll argue that he didn't actual commit the crime.""That would make no sense?"I cringed my nose in utter confusion."In theory, it would not but if they did that, they'll make a center piece of the American justice system, they'll bring it out on the open for anyone interested to ask as many questions as they'd like and trust me, there are some many people interested in the system.""Ugh."I fell on the chair, tossing the books aside."Maybe we take a five minutes break..."He was interrupted by my cell phone."I'm sorry, I should get this."I slipped my hand into my pocket silently praying it wasn't my father or Antony, in that case I won't have to get anything.It wasn't. Ethan was calling. From the burner. How nice."Yes?"I answered. No filter needed. I didn't want to talk to any of them from that p
153**TRACY SCOTT**. "Tracy wait! I'm confused because it's as though both of you just shut me out in an instant. What is going on here? One minute I think maybe in actually part of the team or whatever shit and the next you're gone with him, you disappear for almost half an hour. What happened?"I held my purse, twirling in the free space outside."Get rid of the substance in your car, we do not want anyone getting a whiff of what that thing might be. It won't do anyone good."I instructed instead of answering the question."Tracy. you're just avoiding the question and I thought you would not be mad for telling Antony.""I'm not mad. Come on, do I seem mad? If I dol apologise for giving you the wrong impression, I am not."I giggled, palming my lips to stiffen it when it got too weird."I'm sorry we didn't take you in with us. I only got ten minutes and somehow you were lost in between, it wasn't my intention."His
152**TRACY SCOTT**. You're weak. You're fragile. That's what they think. That's what they'll never say to your face, but it's the reason they pet you in believing things which aren't actually true.They're all liars. They've been lying to you for the longest time. That is the truth. You can't trust any of them.Those are Antonov's words from earlier today replaying in my head like a broken record.When he dropped the last bombshell, the concluding piece of the puzzle in my head, the little secret Antony was keeping, I grew numb while seating on that chair.I kept my hands folded, staring into space.My head was faced forward, probably making eye contact of some sort with him, but I was not there physically.My mind had wandered off, making up the scenes in my head.How it happened. Who she was. Why he did it.I created an answer for each of those questions after which more would just pop up. That's howmy mind work
**TRACY SCOTT**. I need a grip. A tight grip and maybe a lid. A grip on these whirling emotions inside me, like a storm and I'm in the fucking eye.An hour ago I was prepared, willing, and heaven knows I was ready to commit first-degree murder and not even blink.That's how mad I was. Was it anger? Or hurt? Or thirst for vergence? That would be fueled by either the former or latter before it?I'm not sure what it is, but it's there.I can feel it inside of it, it's burning and it keeps increasing with each passing minute.I would have killed that man, I would have done so without so much as blinking.That's how vicious I have become.Ethan was the only anchor left, if it wasn't for him I would have finished Antonov off.For now, I just need to stay in the same room with him.I need to look him in the eye and figure out why he ruined my life.Why did he kill my mother?Why did he start this goose chase for me decades
**ANTONY SANTOS**. "Why are you looking at me like that?"She asked after moments of silence reigned between us, neither bothering to utter a word. There weren't much seating positions in the gun range, so we merely relaxed our back over the wall, giving the other breathing space.Something I hadn't realised I needed, but I did."Like what?"I moved my shoulders, carefully flipping my front hair backwards and moving my eyes away which were raking her body with suspicion."Like I'm damaged goods. You're looking at me as though I'm damaged goods. It's what's going around and I can't seem to wrap my head around the look. It's getting annoying. Stop looking at me like that "She snapped, standing straight."I'm not looking at you like you're damaged goods. I would never think that, that's just being insensitive and anyone who is doing such hasn't the slightest clue of what you've been through nor has the right to judge
**ETHAN RAMIREZ**I searched the room with my eyes, it had cleared out leaving just us three. Antony and I standing metres away from one of the ranges, Tracy standing by the door with a smug look on her face that shows she's not exactly happy with either of us.What comes next is her feeling all too betrayed by both of us, but I'm sure Antony can handle it.I hope. I hope I didn't underestimate her angry she is at him, angry enough not to listen to a word he had to say, she has only made eye contact with him once since she walked in here and even then, she tore her gaze away quickly."I asked a question but it would seem no one is willing to give a weird answer. Since when did both of you become besties because that's what this seems. A get together for besties."She squirmed her shoulders, her tone dripping with sarcasm and mockery."Tracy..."She crossed her hand quickly, leaving one outside to place ahead of me and halt whatevermovement I had planned"I asked a question, Ethan. I