Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Chapter TWELVE.

"Me."

The word settled between us, heavy and irrevocable.

Zane whitmore looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

And I knew, with absolute certainty, that whatever happened next, there was no turning back.

Zane didn’t answer right away.

He leaned back against the booth, one arm resting along the leather, his posture loose in a way that felt intentional. Like he wanted me to notice how little effort he was using to hold the situation.

I didn’t move either.

The distance between us stayed exactly where I’d put it.

"You’re confident," he said finally.

" you can say that ," I replied with indifference.

He watched me for a long moment, eyes unreadable. I could feel the weight of his attention, the kind that made you aware of every word you were about to say before you said it.

"I didn’t come here for you," he said.

My jaw tightened. "No. You came for her."

"Yes."

"And you thought a nightclub was an appropriate place to start?"

His mouth curved slightly. Not a smile. More like acknowledgment. "She agreed to meet."

"She didn’t agree to be evaluated."

"She knew it was a date."

I let out a quiet breath through my nose. "You know exactly what I mean."

He tilted his head. "Then say it plainly."

I met his gaze. "She doesn’t belong in your world."

Something flickered in his eyes. Annoyance, maybe. Or interest. Hard to tell.

"And you do?" he asked.

Inside, my heart started racing. Every story I’d ever heard about him rose up at once. Men disappearing. Deals gone wrong. The quiet understanding that Zane Whitmore didn’t need to raise his voice to end someone.

He could end me within a single thought.

And my grandfather wouldn’t lift a finger fast enough to matter.

But I didn’t look away.

"Yes," I said.

He studied me like he was peeling something back layer by layer. "You’re not afraid of me."

I almost laughed.

"I am," I said honestly. "That’s why I’m still sitting here."

That seemed to amuse him.

"Most people mistake fear for obedience," he said.

"And most powerful men mistake fear for respect," I shot back.

His brow lifted slightly. "Careful."

His expression didn’t change, but the air shifted. He was paying attention now in a way that felt dangerous. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

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