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Synopsis: I left everything behind in order to be free. I should have known better than to think it would be so easy. All it took was one day at my new job.
He came for me.
I used a stranger to deter him, and in doing so, realized my heart began to beat again. Elias Brooks put me back together after Travis Dawson tore me apart. Travis makes it everybody's business that I belong to him, including Elias, but he couldn’t be more wrong.
He’s stalking me.
I’m afraid he’s come back to hurt me again. He promises he’s not.
Travis pleads he’s only trying to keep me safe from none other than Elias.
Who do I trust?
Fate led me down the wrong path before. Who’s to say it won’t happen again?
He came for me.
I used a stranger to deter him, and in doing so, realized my heart began to beat again. Elias Brooks put me back together after Travis Dawson tore me apart. Travis makes it everybody's business that I belong to him, including Elias, but he couldn’t be more wrong.
He’s stalking me.
I’m afraid he’s come back to hurt me again. He promises he’s not.
Travis pleads he’s only trying to keep me safe from none other than Elias.
Who do I trust?
Fate led me down the wrong path before. Who’s to say it won’t happen again?
Excerpt
Time is running out. She wasn’t supposed to get away. Why did she fucking get away? I was too cocky. Blinded. Marlena gained the upper hand, along with beating the hell out of my face. Now, I have two options. Either go after her, or get the hell out of dodge.
My foot presses deeper on the gas pedal; the car headed the only direction I know is safe: North.
Canada.
If I can cross the border before she finds her way out of those woods, I’m free. If I’m lucky, she’ll never find her way out. She’ll die as I intended. Like she deserves. Those woods have a ten-mile radius of tree coverage. One way in and one way out. There’s a lot of area to cover before she’d hit the convenience store twenty-five miles down the highway. She’d pass out from exhaustion and starvation and that would be that.
There’s just one thing left to do before I go.
Up ahead, the lights of an all-night gas station illuminate the road, and I yank the wheel to the left, drive the car off the highway and onto the concrete drive. Grabbing the thick manila envelope beside me, I scrawl the now familiar address onto the front. No return address necessary. The large blue mail bin waits beside my idling car, and I roll down my window. With one last look at the envelope, one final moment of hesitation, I drop the package inside. Gripping the wheel tightly, I speed away before I hear the telltale thunk it landed safely.
All the answers are inside that envelope. I hope the intended person reads it and understands. I wasn’t always this way. Things weren’t always headed down this path. But a series of wrong choices brought us here. Maybe a series of right ones can bring us back.
I may have intended for her to die tonight, but if by some miracle she doesn’t, I want everything spelled out for her. When I see her again, there won’t be any more questions. She won’t need answers. She also won’t be able to deny that we aren’t so different after all.
We belong together. One way or another, we will be together. It’s the way fate intended for us to be.
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