"And then he..." she said after a long silence, her voice flat. "Just... like I was nothing more than a used toy."
The rage that boiled inside me was threatening to overwhelm me. I didn't care about his money or his power or anything else. All I could think about was her, the injustice she had suffered, and the fact that I was powerless to change the past.
"I won't let him hurt you again," I vowed, my voice raw with emotion. "I fucking swear to you, Fallon, I will not let that happen."
She finally turned back to face me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and a fragile hope. "He's dangerous, Hitch. He's connected. He can make things disappear."
"I don't fucking care," I growled, my jaw clenched. "He's going to regret the fucking day he ever laid eyes on you."
I glanced at her, my heart aching. Her face was ashen, her body rigid. I gently took my other hand and brushed a stray curl from her cheek, feeling the tremor in her skin.
"Will you just... stay with me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.
I knew then that our lives had changed in an instant. This wasn't just about a Christmas party or a job or a man I didn't like. It was about Fallon, about protecting her, and about facing a darkness I knew all too well. But was she telling me everything? The look in her eyes told me she was holding back, and if I knew anything, it was that I'd be able to get her to open up...eventually.
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a killer experience
War
By the end of the night I had whiplash pulling across the street from Fallon's brownstone, watching carefully as she got out of the car with the same guy she left with. After doing some research while I waited for them to come out of Foley's mansion, I found out his name was Hitch and he was her fucking stepbrother.
The thought of them fucking turned me on, but what really made my dick hard was the thought of me and him fucking her. I knew I sounded crazy, I didn't even know the girl. But I wanted her, and nothing was going to fucking stop me.
During my spare time, I also looked into Fallon and how Foley might know her, and what I found didn't sit right with me. He wanted her. He stalked her. And when he couldn't have what he wanted he took what he wanted for himself and ruined a life inthe process. I was helping him find one of the women whose life he ruined for his own selfish gain… and it made me fucking sick.
I got out of my car when they disappeared inside, lighting a cigarette as I crossed the desolate, snowy street. The moment I put my foot on her bottom step the door opened, and there she was all dressed up and looking more beautiful than ever. She glared at me and I smirked at her, licking my lips playfully.
"What are you doing back here? What the fuck do you want?" She seethed, stepping onto the porch and closing the door behind her.
"You," I said, never more sure of something in my life.
She rolled her eyes and huffed, her breath a cloud swirling between us. "You don't even know me."
"You don't have to know someone to know you want them, and Fallon, I fucking want you," I told her, stepping closer up the steps.
Her eyes flickered, a mix of anger and fear, maybe? Whatever it was, it fueled me. The cold air nipped at my exposed skin, but I hardly noticed. All I noticed was her. Her perfect face, framed by blonde hair, her body, sculpted and desirable.
"Get off my fucking property," she spat, her voice tight. "Before I call the police."
I chuckled, the sound raspy in the stillness of the night. "Go ahead. Tell them what? That I said I wanted you? They can't arrest me for wanting you, darling."
I took another step, closing the distance between us. The scent of her perfume, a delicate floral, filled my senses, making the desire inside me surge. She backed away, her movements sharp and deliberate.
"Stay away from me," she warned, her voice barely a whisper now. The fight seemed to be draining from her, replaced by a vulnerability that both excited and unnerved me.
"Why?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "Are you afraid of me, Fallon?"
I saw the flicker of acknowledgement in her eyes. Good. Let her be afraid. Let her know that I would do whatever it took. I reached out, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her coat. She flinched, but didn't move away. My hand found her chin, tilting her face up to meet mine.
"Because I'm going to have you," I whispered, my lips inches from hers, savoring the moment. "One way or another."
The words floated in the air, a promise, a threat, a challenge. I leaned in, my gaze locked on her, waiting for the inevitable surrender. The snowy street, the brownstone, the world around us, seemed to fade away. There was only Fallon, and my burning need for her.
I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her body into mine, capturing her lips in a surprising kiss that I couldn't hold back any longer. Her back hit the cold brick beside her front door and she gasped into my mouth. A little hesitant, eventually as I cupped her face in my hands, Fallon gripped my waist, pulling me closer as she rose on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss.
