I Have You Now. Victory Storm
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was just an excuse to get my money. In fact, I wasn't surprised the next day when she asked me for a loan.
Of course I refused and she surprised me by saying that she would then work for me.
Hers hadn't been a request and I, for the first time, hadn't been able to say no.
A weakness that I now risked paying dearly for, since in those months Kendra had discovered many things about me and brought her to my house, had been yet another folly, because right there I kept all my most important assets and business.
Only then did I realize that, by being precious, Kendra had managed to get what she really wanted: to enter the villa and take advantage of the freedoms I had granted her to betray me and use everything I had against me.
And all for a fuck!
What an idiot!
I was still thinking about my mistakes when Kendra finally opened her eyes.
After the doctors had warned me of her awakening, I immediately ran to the private clinic to confront her and make her pay for every lie and deception suffered.
I also carried the gun with me, because at that point, after the heated discussion with Ryan about the true identity of that woman, I no longer trusted her and I would not hesitate to take revenge.
Calmly I sat on the edge of her bed, next to her, and waited for her to fully awaken, as the drugs numbed her.
Despite the purplish hematoma on her right cheekbone and the unnatural pallor of her face, she always remained beautiful, but with a beauty that by now left me completely indifferent, if not disgusted.
I waited for her eyes to rest on me.
Her silver gaze seemed watered down by the painkillers, but she opened wide when she landed on me.
I smiled at her satisfied and approached her face slowly, savoring that sparkle of fear and surprise that I read in her eyes.
"So, little liar, are you ready to pay the consequences of your deception?" I whispered to her in a low voice.
I saw her parting her full and perfectly drawn lips, but not a sound came out.
"I'll take your silence for a yes" I decided, grabbing the pistol tucked into her pants.
"Who are you?" Kendra asked me weakly, just as I was holding the weapon.
I burst out laughing. A low, guttural, almost threatening laugh.
I wanted to grab her by the neck and throw her out of bed, I was so furious.
"Seriously? Is this how you want to play it? Are you really sure?" I challenged her, determined not to let me fool myself again.
"I ... I don't know ... I ..." she mumbled uncomfortably, starting to look around in fear.
"Be careful what you say, Kendra, because this time I won't give you a second chance. Am I making myself clear?" I stopped her, but my threat seemed to trigger an adverse reaction.
"Who is Kendra?" she gasped, starting to shake and fidget.
She looked terrified.
"Where am I?" she stammered trying to pull herself up and sit up, but causing further pain, which made her moan. "It hurts!" she blew softly, bringing the hand to her chest, right where she had been hit by the bullet. "What happened to me?", she murmured dazed and in pain, looking at her bandaged arm and touching the bruises on her face and legs that she discovered from her blankets.
It was a moment and suddenly all that apparent calm vanished to make way for Kendra's fear that she was wriggling like a trapped animal.
Trembling and shaken, she removed the drip and tried to get up.
"There's no use running away " I slapped her, grabbing her arms as she tried to pull herself up.
Being able to stop her was more complicated than I had thought, as she was wriggling frantically and uncoordinated from her pain.
However as soon as she tried to get up, lifting herself up on her legs, I felt her give way.
She was pale as a sheet and I had to grab her around the waist to keep her from falling badly to the floor.
Kendra slumped against me.
"My head is spinning" she whispered to me, putting her arms around my neck.
I picked her up and she hugged me even more, as if she was afraid of falling into the void.
I put her back on the bed and slowly her hands came off my neck, sliding over my shoulders and down my arms.
If she hadn't been so upset and trembling, I would have thought she was provoking me to seduce me.
Her light and delicate touch had something intimate and tender, but I didn't get carried away.
I was about to retreat when her right hand grabbed mine.
Suddenly the tremor stopped.
I looked into her face.
She was staring at me. She had a confused expression, but her eyes were glued to mine as if she was looking for who knows what answer inside me.
"Do you remember me now?"
Faced with yet another silence from her, I broke away from her badly, but as soon as my hand left hers, Kendra gasped in fright, abruptly rising to take it back.
That gesture cost more pain in her chest.
She screamed out of the pain and this prevented her from leaning further forward to get to me.
***
KENDRA
My head throbbed violently and I didn't understand anything.
My mind was empty of all memories and crumbs of rationality, but full of pain and confusion.
That man in front of me scared me, but at the same time he created a sort of reassurance in me. Maybe it was because he seemed to know me, but his hard, stern, relentless gaze and tone were like a warning siren.
One part of me screamed to escape, while another begged me to stay and ask him for help.
I didn't know what to do and when I was again overwhelmed by fear and pain, only in his arms I felt something vaguely familiar.
Maybe it was the scent of his skin. A woody, fresh and aromatic essence. Intense and virile. He reminded me of something ... but what?
And that face ...
I had already seen it but it was all so hazy in my head, at least until my gaze was captivated by him.
There was something in those ebony eyes. Something wild but controlled. Powerful and magnetic, but also as elegant as the clothes he wore.
I immediately felt a certain awe at his gaze fixed on me, as if I were used to always taking a step back to avoid unleashing that aggressive side of his that seemed ready to escape and destroy anyone around.
Finally, that voice ... Yes, I knew that voice. I was sure. It was it who had sent me into crisis, because I was sure I had heard it before, but that low tone, rough and with a foreign accent that fascinated me, had actually put me in agitation.
Even his words had frightened me.
I had looked for their meaning, the reason why he was so angry with me, but I had not found it.
That thought had made me lose my temper and I found myself wanting to escape from that danger that I felt looming over me like a sword of Damocles.
I was terrified and weaker and weaker, so much so that my legs couldn't hold me, but in his arms I was able to catch my breath, numb and reassured by the scent of his skin.
But then he let me go and, as my hands ran along his arms to his fingertips, I suddenly felt panic flooding