War of Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2)

Bang!

Bang!

I jump at the loud sound, my heart instantly racing, my palms sweating.

Was that a gun?

The knife in my hand clatters to the floor.

The room spins as I struggle to get my bearings.

He’s coming for me.

Oh God.

No.

No, no, no.

I can’t breathe.

My arm flings out as I grasp for the kitchen counter to hold me up.

Memories flash in my mind.

Bad memories.

Him.

I gasp for the air my lungs can’t seem to find.

I. Can’t. Breathe.

“Zara. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” A man’s voice sounds from far away. He tells me he has me, but he doesn’t. No one has me. And besides, he’s here for you. To hurt you. Not to save you.

“Zara!” Strong hands grip my biceps, fingers digging in hard.

I try to fight him off.

Arms thrashing.

Legs kicking.

He’s not going to get me again.

I’ll bite him if I have to.

I’ll do anything to stop him hurting me again.

“Fuck!” He curses as I sink my teeth into his arm, and when his voice finally filters through the bullshit in my head, I realise he isn’t here to hurt me.

King.

Oh God.

I gulp for breath and try to get my head together. My chest is so damn tight it feels like it might tear open. Like my galloping heart could burst right through my skin.

Fucking hell.