Seize(24)

Until the day that I meet her.

Or actually, until they meet her mother.

The moment I saw them at the fundraiser, how they gravitated toward the woman, I knew they were going after her. At least, one of them was. Hubert had a penchant for seducing older ladies, and I could see from the way he touched her that this was the one. He wasn’t going to let her go. The lady before me would die.

Now, or later. There was no turning back time, no undoing the consequences of my actions. The glass in my hand is almost pulverized as I watch them talk her up. This is all my fault. If only I had stopped them sooner. If only I had the courage to kill them before they killed another.

It’s then that I spot a young lady staring at the woman incessantly. I can tell from her beautiful face and that pretty smile that they are family. They look so much alike, except for one thing. Her hair; it’s as if it’s on fire.

Her beauty has me momentarily fazed. She looks like an angelic being, moving so fluid as she brings the glass she holds to her lips and takes a sip. I’m mesmerized by her presence, which seems to draw me to her like a magnet. Something about her sparks my interest, and that is highly unusual, seeing that I typically hate feeling this way about women. Love isn’t something that I seek right now, and yet I cannot help being pulled toward her like a voice is telling me to go talk to her, start a conversation. The way she swallows her drink, so gracefully, so … arousing. My cock can’t help but respond to the sudden thought of her tongue wrapped around it.

Christ, what am I thinking?

In my confusion, I see her walk toward the center of the room, toward the woman Hubert is talking to. Pulled from my thoughts, I realize this young lady must be her daughter because they look so strikingly similar.

Without thinking about it, I follow her through the crowd and grab her hand. Her eyes fall onto me and have me paralyzed for a second. I see in them a world of pain and fear, but above all, love. Deep and unending, the way it lingers in her eyes, as if she was just about to express it. That this walk toward her mother was meant as a statement of a pure-hearted woman. I immediately adore that look—until uncertainty creeps in, clouding her heart as she watches me with mistrust. My hand in hers feels like it is supposed to be there, and yet I can’t shake this dread washing over me.

She’s in danger just by being near them. Near me.

“Don’t interrupt,” I say, gesturing toward the men.

“Why not?” she says, frowning, almost putting her hands on her hips like she means business. It makes me want to laugh. She’s cute and feisty as well. Just the type to play around with, and yet I can’t even think of attempting to fool with her. Not this one. Not her.

I realize that she asks me something that I cannot give her the answer to. Her mother is already lost, but I can’t get the words across. I cannot tell her that her mother will die soon. Her beautiful eyes … I don’t want them to lose that fire.

“Because you don’t want to be caught in the middle,” I say.

They’re already worming their way into her mother’s heart. Soon, there will be nothing left of neither her nor this girl. I’ve seen it happen so many times … I can’t stand it anymore. I want to put a stop to it, and the only way is by starting now. With this girl. If I can keep her out of harm’s way, maybe there is still hope after all.

“Caught in the middle of what?” she says, leaning back, trying to jerk her hand free.

I keep holding on, staring straight into her eyes to make it clear that I am dead serious. “Danger.”

She doesn’t know the extent of it, the gravity of what’s about to happen.

“Run …” I add. “Get out of here. Get away from her as fast as you can and don’t look back. Whatever you do … don’t return home.”

With my eyes, I beg her not to go. I plead with her to turn around and leave this place. If she goes home, I know they will already have taken it. Not physically, but mentally. Her mother is already under their control, and it won’t be long until they find their way into her life. Into the life of this beautiful young lady. I want to keep her safe … maybe for once one of them can be safe.

But her heart is too strong and too loving to heed and trust my warning. One second, one glance at her mother, and I know that she’s going to ignore me.

So I walk away.

I turn my back to her and blend in with the crowd. She won’t come with me, and I know that I have made a daring impression by saying the things I have said to her. The fact alone that I told her there was danger brings me danger as well. If they find out, it could put my life at risk. I can’t have that, so my instinct is to bail.