SIR (by Aria Steele) novel Chapter 14

Initially, I think it might be Marcus again. But then I realise that the person is still dragging me backwards, and something feels very, very wrong.

I start squirming. They hold me tighter as I am pulled into a dark alleyway. I rush to find my pockets, desperately looking for my keys, my phone, anything I can hit them with, but then I am shoved face first into a wall, pinning my hands to my stomach.

“Nora Ellis. At last we meet.” The person growls into my ear. Their voice is horrible, and it makes my skin crawl as they hold my head to the brick.

“Who are you?” I spit, trying to move my hands from between my body and the wall, but they just push me harder and chuckle.

“Someone who needs to speak to your boss, very urgently.”

Just as I’m about to reply, about to ask another question to find out who they are, there is a thud from behind me, and their hands disappear from me.

I instantly whip round.

There is a guy on the floor, and Marcus is standing beside them.

“Are you okay?” Marcus asks, rushing up to me and putting his hands on my shoulders, his eyebrows pinched together in concern.

“I…I think so, yeah. What…” I look down at the unconscious guy. “Is he dead?” Marcus’s face falls. So do his hands.

“No. We don’t kill everyone we see Nora. Just knocked him out.”

“Well…thank you.” I say. Then I see Marcus getting his phone out of his pocket. “Who are you calling?”

“David.” He says simply, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards my building.

“Why do you need to call him? I’m fine, don’t you need to…get rid of that guy?” I ask, glancing back at the guy who is still laying on the floor.

“Harlan will get him. David, hey,” Marcus says into the phone as he pulls me up the stairs. “Someone tried to take her. No, she’s fine, I’ve got her, taking her back to her apartment now. Harlan is already on his way to pick him up. Okay, see you soon.” He taps the screen, hanging up, and gestures for me to open my front door. I just frown at him.

“Why did you say see you soon?” I ask. He raises his eyebrow at me. “He doesn't need to come here. I’d rather he didn’t come here, infact.”

“Would you like to argue with him? I’ve never been successful, but you are welcome to try.”

I breathe in, knowing how right he’s, and reluctantly put my key in the door. I walk in, hearing Marcus shut the door behind me and put the deadbolt on. Before I even turn around, he’s already walking over to my windows, locking them and pulling the blinds. It’s weird how he looks like he already knows his way around.

I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, leaving one on the counter for him without saying anything, and go to sit on my sofa, the fact that someone just tried to hurt me finally catching up to my brain.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks once he’s returned from locking the windows in the bathroom.

“I’m pissed off that you called David at 2am and invited him over.”

“He was already awake.” He replies, and I shift uncomfortably.

I already know he’s awake, because two hours ago, he was with me at the club. I just don’t know how to talk to him properly anymore, unless I have a mask on, it seems.

Not even a few minutes later, there’s a knock at my door.

I go to stand up, but Marcus holds his hand out, making me stop, his other hand going to what I assume is a gun on his belt. He steps slowly to the door, then looks through the peephole. Dropping both of his hands, he opens it to reveal a panting David.

Who immediately looks round for me, then marches over once he spots me.

He crouches down, his hands going to my face, and his eyes run over me.

“What happened? Are you okay? Did he touch you?” David rushes to say, while I just stare at him with wide eyes.

He’s still in the same clothes as he wore to the club, and my brain instantly floods with inappropriate memories.

“Harlan has him, taking him back to HQ.” Marcus says in the background. His words sound muffled though, as the only thing I can focus on is David’s hands on my face.

“Come on.” David whispers to me, moving his hands to mine and pulling me out of the chair I appear to be frozen in.

He puts a hand on the small of my back and walks me through my apartment to my bedroom, where he flicks the light on, and leaves me standing in the middle of my room while he rummages through my closet.

“What…what are you doing?” I ask. He pulls my suitcase out and puts it on the bed.

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