All Chapters of The Runaways' Second Chance Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Even though I'm drowsy and exhausted, I make an effort to stay awake and keep an eye on what's going on around me. I don't know what's going on, but the next thing I knew, the two men who were trying to undress me were no longer holding me in place. They were now kneeling in front of several other men while guns were pointed at their heads. "What the fuck is this that you are doing to her?" One of the men, struggling to speak, then said, "B-boss, we have nothing against you. We were just seeking the woman, wanting to have fun with her and nothing else. We don't want to get ourselves into a fight here with all of you." I once more closed my eyes, attempting to calm my racing heartbeat while listening to the ruckus going on around me. "Assholes! Who in their right mind told you that you could do something like this on my turf?" The authoritative voice yelled once more. It is obvious that that is not my mate's voice. But even though I am unable to figure out who it was, the voice still

Several knocks on the door jolted me as I was trying to think of my next move. I do not yet have the courage to deal with the people who saved me after yet another wrong decision on my part, but I am aware that there is absolutely nothing I will be able to do at this point but to face them and their questioning. And I must really refrain from acting as though I am in danger with these people, even if my gut feeling is telling me so, especially considering that I know now that the person who actually saved me is a medical practitioner who saves lives and does not really end them.As the door opened, a sweet, friendly female voice spoke to me, "Hey, are you awake? Can I come in? I just wanted to check on you."She appeared to be the same woman who was wi

While I waited for Blythe to come back, I continued to fiddle and feel anxious about everything. I know she'll be talking to them about the things we talked about, and I am not sure if I am even ready to hear their answers or not. And as much as I hate to admit it, I actually worry about what her brother might have to say when he hears about my request. Even without thinking deliberately, I have an uncanny sense that he'll boot me out of their house this instant. And why wouldn't he? From the onset, he doesn't seem to like me, but maybe because of his profession, he is inclined to provide help to an almost-dead woman like me. And I'm not only imagining what could be the worst-case scenario at this point; I'm also attempting to get myself geared up to deal with what's to come next for me once I leave their place. Other than that, I cannot hold it against them,

"Hey, Snow, what the heck are you doing there again? I had told you that you didn't have to do that; you didn't need to do anything at all, and even Blaze told you that, didn't he? So why do you keep exhausting yourself around when there are actually a lot of other people who can do that?" Blythe continues to lecture Snow once more for being so stubborn and not really listening to her, as is usual for her. They are keeping her from working, but as always, Snow always does the exact opposite of what has been asked of her. "Blythe, don't try to lecture me again. I simply want to do something around here. I would rather not behave like I own the place."  "You don't consider yourself a servant around here, because we don't. You are our guests, and guests are not required to clean the house or serve us around her

Snow felt shivers rush through her entire body as Blaze's voice echoed in her ears. "What are you doing here at this time? Where is Blythe, and why aren't you sleeping yet? You should be resting." Snow stutter-fumbled in her response as she took note of the man's concerned voice for her. "I was-," she began. Blaze repeated his query as he approached her, cutting her off with what she had to say: "You're what? What are you doing here at this hour when you should be drifting off to sleep and resting as we have been expecting from you?" Without giving it a whole lot of thought, she cried out, "I was waiting for you." And when she witnessed the response that her statement caused Blaze, she wanted to hit herself because of her foolishness again. Whenever the man is in front of her, she just loses herself in his stare.