1 Preface: Pull The Trigger (2/2)

An unknown emotion crosses his features, but before I could recognize it… it was gone. A c.o.c.ky grin spread across his lips. The thought invaded my head like lightning; he was meaning to torture me with his vicious ways.

”You haven't changed one bit, my kitten.” His grin widened.

Two memories from years before flitted through my mind. One made me want to rip his head off of his body and the other to kiss the smile right off his face. Yet the first option was the only one that would satisfy my bloodl.u.s.t.

”If you call me that one more time, I will chop off your b.a.l.l.s and feed them to your watchdogs, Anthony.”

He didn't comment because he knew I could do it. His eyes softened a bit and he pulled me into an embrace.

”I'm not Anthony for you, Mia. It's me… Michael.”

I knew what he intended to do, this name was given to him by someone who made him want to live a better life, it made him believe that he was not a waste of s.p.a.ce on our beautiful planet, and I would not be the one to give him the comfort and rea.s.surance of being called an acceptable human being. I wanted to hurt him; I wanted this criminal to remain a criminal in the eyes of the public. He was simply that, undeserving of my sympathy.

I was too shocked to speak as he held me tightly against his chest. My body went limp, and my eyes blurred. I fought back the tears that threatened to spill. I took in another deep breath and acc.u.mulated all my strength to push him away. He didn't let go, but I struggled until I broke free from his arms. He dropped his eyes to the ground and he smiled. He was too confident, and I wasn't ashamed to say that I had once liked that about him.

I clenched my hands into fists as I tried to refrain from jumping him. I carefully mulled over my thoughts before I spoke them out to the universe.

”I'm no different from any of those other people in the world. You prefer to be a man who is feared. You are Anthony, a criminal that needs to be punished.” My harsh words didn't have an effect on him. Rather, he seemed wickedly amused by the words, he burst out into laughter.

”Still the same,” he whispered before leaning down to kiss my cheek.

The sound of approaching footsteps jolted me away from the touch. The snow crunched under the force of their feet as they ran towards me. I crouched down, hand over the gun at my waist as I prepared for combat. I was prepared to use. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I glared at the man standing in front of me and pointed the gun to his temple.

”I knew it!”

I was not going to fall into his trap again.

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