I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Georgia’s POV

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Then Frank’s head slumped forward, the fight finally leaving him as he passed out. The only sound in the basement was the drip of water and my own ragged breathing.

Estevan dropped the bat. It hit the concrete floor with a loud, final clang that made me flinch. He slowly turned, and his eyes found mine.

He glanced at the unconscious man with utter disinterest. “This is getting tedious. Let’s go.”

Two of his men, Harvey included, descended the stairs with a medical kit and a body bag, their movements practiced and discreet. The cleaners. I turned and fled up the stairs, bursting out into the cold night air.

I leaned against the rough bark of a pine tree, gulping in deep breaths of the clean, forest air, trying to erase the scent of blood and fear from my lungs.

Footsteps crunched on the gravel behind me.

“You look pale, Georgia,” Estevan said, his voice a low rumble in the darkness. “Did that little display bother you?”

I didn’t answer, my mind still reeling.

“You have to understand the fundamental rule of my world,” he continued, his voice dangerously soft as he stepped closer. “There is no court. There are no second chances. When someone makes a credible attempt on my life, I eliminate them. It’s not about anger, Georgia. It’s about mathematics. A simple balancing of an equation.”

He was in front of me now, his shadow falling over me. I gave you a choice. You chose to stay. This brutality, this cold reality… this is me. This is the world you signed up for.”

He took another step, deliberately invading my personal space, his eyes searching my face for a glimmer of fear.

My body reacted before my mind could. I pushed off the tree, my stance shifting, my weight balanced, my hand coming up slightly in a defensive posture.

“Don’t take another step,” I said, my voice a low, steady warning, completely devoid of the panic I felt. “Or I will break your neck.”

He stopped instantly. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly, his gaze dropping to my ready stance, then back to the cold promise in my eyes.

The silence of the forest was absolute for a long, tense moment. Then, the corner of his mouth twitched, and a slow, genuinely delighted smile spread across his face.

He let out a low, soft chuckle, a sound of admiration.

“There she is,” he murmured, his voice full of a dark, possessive pride. “The soldier I hired,”

I frowned, my glare following him as he walked back to the car. My mind was a chaotic mess of

contradictions. A general’s son shouldn’t be like this-authless monster hiding behind a suit and a… pretty

face.

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Chapter 33

Pretty face? God, did I really just think that?

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He paused with his hand on the car door, looking back at me. “Alright,” he said, his voice deceptively casual. “I’ll leave you here to think. Harvey can drive you back when you’re ready-”

“No.” The word was out before I could stop it. I walked towards him, my steps sure and steady. “I’m coming with you. I signed a contract, didn’t I?” I stopped in front of him, my voice dropping to a cold, professional tone. “Your life depends on me now. If I’m not there to protect you, you die. And our deal dies with you.”

A slow, appreciative smirk spread across his face. “Is that a threat, Ms. Sinclair?”

“It’s a fact,” I countered.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, opening the passenger door for me. “After you.”

As the car’s powerful engine roared to life, I stared out at the dark trees flying past. I had never imagined my life would take a 180-degree turn like this. All the chaotic, painful pieces of my past were suddenly snapping into a new, terrifying picture, and this man was at the center of it.

“So, apart from the pharmaceuticals and…” I gestured vaguely at the memory of the basement, “…this. What exactly do you do for a living?”

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