Chapter Three: The Scary Truth
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Emma
James’ bodyguards open the gates once they see me. We get in, followed by the other car. I get off and two of the men follow me. I see a woman coming out of the second car.
“Who are you?” I ask them and then I recognize the woman. I’ve seen her on TV.
She’s a reporter. I take another look at them and I know it - they all are reporters.
“What are you going to do?” I ask, my eyes searching their faces.
“This will be over very soon, “ the woman smiles at me. “Now, take us in. The faster this happens, the faster it will be over. “
I’ve only been to the manor once and it was a week ago but I remember where everything is.
We get inside and cross the big entrance hall. Then we get to one of the heavy, wooden doors at the end of the corridor.
But when the woman opens the door, James is already on his feet. He is with another man - a stranger I’ve never seen before. The man is blond with bright blue eyes. He is standing right behind James.
It’s like they knew we were coming. But they can’t have heard us…
Before I knew it, however, the men and the woman burst in, cameras and microphones prepared and I watched as everything unfolded before me. It’s all happening too fast, too many people are talking at once and I freeze. I am just standing there, not knowing what this is about. And then I hear the reporters.
“Mister Miller, “ the journalists ask, “Is this the leader of the criminal Williams group?”
“James, are you connected to the mafia as the rumours say?”
“Is it true that you are working with illegal mafia groups?”
“Are you the one who’s to blame for the death of the old gang leader?”
“Who are you really, Mister James?”
Then the mysterious blond man groans. He sinks his hand in the pocket of his coat and takes a gun out.
Everyone gasps.
“Help!”
“Please, no! Don’t kill us!” Someone begs.
“I swear we will delete everything! Please, no!”
The blond man smiles. Then he shoots one of the windows and everything shatters, causing panic.
The woman gasps, then starts yelling and searching for a place to hide. All the reporters start running around frantically. Hearing the noise, some of James’ bodyguards burst in.
“Get those idiots out of here, “ James orders and his men nod. He turns to the blond man.
“I will see you later.“
“Yes, Sir. “
Then James grabs me, dragging me out of the room.
“And you are coming with me. “
His hand closes around mine and I have nowhere to run.
***
James takes me to another part of the manor. He pushes me into one of the rooms. It’s a bedroom but I don’t have time to look around. James slams the door shut and it’s just the two of us now. He looks angry. I've never seen him this angry before and at that moment I am sure being dead is better than being the object of James’ fury.
He takes a breath as if trying to regain his control. If he doesn’t, he will destroy the whole place.
James loosens the tie around his neck.
I must be insane, or this is some primal instinct I didn’t know I had because I follow the movement as his beautiful finger pushes inside the knot on his tie.
What would his hands feel if they touched me not to hurt me?
Then my mind is flooded with Mike’s words: James never touches anyone.
I shiver at the idea and James fixes his eyes on me.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” he asks, trying to keep the anger away from his voice. But I see the shift in his eyes.
I swear the colour changes. This time I am not imagining it. It's like red flames are dancing in his irises. My hands are shaking and I can't stop them.
Who is he? Or rather :
What is he?
James is pacing in the room, angry. The image of a wolf, pacing around in a narrow cage suddenly emerges in my head.
James is like a bloodthirsty demon, trying to keep himself under control. Trying to stop himself from ripping me to pieces. My heart is thudding like mad, the sound of the gun firing still ringing in my head.
The blond man could have killed those journalists. He could have killed me…
I tremble when James comes to a halt and turns to me. His eyes are seeing right through me and for the second time today, I feel like he’s reading my mind.
“Why did you bring them here?” his voice is even. Icy. Threatening. James takes a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it.
I’ve never seen him smoke before.
He takes a long drag, watching me. Then he starts walking towards me deliberately and slowly. James is taller than most men, but right now he looks even bigger. Frightening.
“Did you do it because of Michael?” He asks, still struggling to remain calm - I can see it in the way he moves. At this moment he looks scarier than ever
“I…no. " I whisper and he exhales the cigarette smoke very slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. James can smell my fear, I somehow know this from the way he is looking at me.
He also knows that I am lying.
“What did he tell you?”
James asks, “That he loves you? Or… did you do all of this because you still love him?”
I started walking backwards until my legs hit the rim of the bed.
“No…I…”
the memory of my sister’s naked body, under Michael’s floods my mind and my vision blurs again. But I can’t tell James any of it. So I bite my lip and wait for what’s to come.
“Did you know Michael and I are rivals on a new project?”
James asks and flickers the ash from his cigarette on the carpet.
“He is using you, “ James continues, not waiting for me to answer. “And you did exactly what he wanted from you. He sent you here with those fuckers to expose me. “
My husband’s eyes are a crimson red color now and for a wild second, I think he is going to stub his cigarette in my flesh.
I don't know what’s happening. I want to run, to hide, to scream. But James will catch me before I’ve made a single step.
James stubs his cigarette on the wall and looks at me.
“But it will take more than a few shitty reporters and cowards to bring me down, “ he says, “I thought you were smarter than this. “
Then James takes his coat off and throws it on the floor. I gasp, surprised and he leans towards me. I catch the scent of his cologne and the faint scent of the cigarette smoke, lingering around him. But underneath it, there’s the scent of earth and rain.
I see his muscles flexing under the thin linen of the shirt. I also notice the outlines of a scar, running down his forearm.
I imagine his hands on me, his lips on mine. What is happening… Why am I thinking this?
“Oh, don’t worry, Emma. “ his smile is canine, the words that come out of his mouth are a snarl, “I won’t touch you. I don’t want to. “
My lips tremble and I am so humiliated. Then something shifts in his eyes again.
“And you are carrying his child. “
James growls. That’s when he lifts his hands and tears my shirt forcefully. The cloth falls to pieces on the floor. I gasp, trying to hide myself but he grabs me by the wrists.
“Get rid of this baby. “
James snarls, his lips only a breath away from mine.
“Or I will do it. With my own bare hands. “
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