Page 21 of Wanted

He grinned and then held the key up to the sunlight, as if an inspection alone could prove it genuine. “You know what his means, Kassy?”

“That you should get out of my hair?” I asked in a waspish tone.

“No,” he chuckled. He bent down to plant his face in mine. “This means you’ve got more in you than you’re admitting.” He pulled back and brandished the key in my face. “I’m not waiting another two weeks for the passcode. Now, you’ve got only a week.”

I froze, finding it hard to even breath. “You can’t fucking do this.”

“Oh, I can and I am,” he retorted. He chucked me under the chin and then opened the door of his car, but before sliding inside, he paused to added, “Remember, Jeremy will want you to do your best, now.”

I stood there, unable to move.

I couldn’t fail, I knew that, but now? Now, how can I possibly succeed?

TO BE CONTINUED

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