NALEDI’S POV
I couldn’t tell if the intruder was bold or stupid.
Because he launched right for me, kicking me in the guts and tackling me to the ground. The fucking nutjob had a pretty strong grip.
He was trying to get the gun which was attached to my hands but I gave him a run for his money. Putting punching my skills to good use and getting in a few hard hits to his shin.
That gave me a moment to regain my balance and we fought like demons. As time proceeded with no one coming in, I figured there was something wrong.
Korah and Marcus were in the building and if they were not coming in after all the crashing going on here, I didn’t think they were alive. Soon enough, my gun fell to the ground and just when I was going for it, he kicked it far off, got up a second before me and delivered a hard stomp on my wrist.
I resisted the urge to let out a shrilling scream because that shit hurt like hell. I didn’t miss the crack sound from my wrist and with the searing pain, I figured I might have broken a bone.
Yay fucking me.
The bastard got to the gun before me and now I was at gunpoint. How the tides had changed. I was a woman that lived by the gun, and if this fucker thought for a twinkling second I was going to get killed by one then he had another thing coming.
I lunged at him, delivering a spin kick to the head and following with a series of punches he blocked quite well for someone with a gun. Which brought me to the conclusion he wanted me alive.
That was the only explanation for his refusal to put a hole in my blockhead and end this fight once and for all. I was willing to die a fighter. Maybe death wasn’t so bad after all. I’d finally get to sleep – something I hadn’t been doing lately.
“Bitch! Get your hands off me!” He finally spoke when I held his dick and pressed hard.
Trust me, it worked like magic. Grabbing a man’s penis always worked. Regardless of the situation. Put that to test and you’ll thank me later.
One kick to my ankle and I was limping in pain, and my robe loosened. I wonder what this fucking intruder would think of a strip show. I was willing to do that if it meant I got to take his head off right after.
Tit for tat and all.
The nasty intruder must have read my thoughts because the next thing I knew, I was pressed against the wall with his hands wrapped around my neck, so tight I could barely breathe.
I struggled and soon ran out of strength. I fought the feeling of defeat and hopelessness that threatened to wreck me down. I was going down a fighter.
“Kill me already.” I gritted, “You’ll have better luck killing me than getting anything out of me.”
“I have no plans of killing you.” He said and I wasn’t surprised. I was just about to reiterate how unshocked I was by his declaration when he stopped me by the next thing he said, “I have a deal for you, Naledi Rogers. I need you to come with me.”
He knew my name. This fucker actually knew my real name. Unprecedented fear washed over me. Just who on earth sent this one? Why did they know my name and what deal did they have for me?
I didn’t know if my fear reflected in my face but I spoke in the rudest possible manner. “Let me think about it… how about no?” My tone was sarcastic and I didn’t need to see the whole of his face to know he didn’t find me funny.
“You can tell that to the boss himself.” He seethed and applied pressure. Soon enough, my vision spotted and darkness took me.
******
“Did you knock her out?” I heard a distant voice as I stirred awake, feeling the soft cushion behind me.
“I only used the spell to transport her. It must have taken a toll on her.” Another voice said, and I could hear the respect in his tone.
“She’s waking up. You can get going, I’ll make sure she’s in her mansion before they notice she’s missing.”
“Yes sir.”
I opened my eyes a bit late. I couldn’t help it. My eyes were too heavy and as much as I wanted to know who that fucking intruder was, I couldn’t rush it.
It felt like if I made any hasty movements, I would be doing myself more harm than good. Opening my eyes in itself was a chore. A very tasking chore.
“Don’t bother. You are temporarily paralysed.” The voice said, and this time, I felt like it had a familiar note to it. “I need to keep your werewolf genes dormant in order for the travelling spell to work after we are done here. But don’t worry, we won’t be spending any more time than we need.” He tsked, “The last thing I need is to get on Caellum’s bad side.”
For someone who was paralysed, I was shocked by the amount of sass I still had within me.
“I believe you are safely on the other side of Caellum’s temper with this kidnapping stunt you pulled.” A chuckle, “And just between us, it’s not a good side to be on.”
“Tell me about it.” My brows raised at his dangerous sense of humour.
He came closer and that’s when I saw him clearly. The picture fit when I remembered where I met him from.
“Nicolai?” I couldn’t help my surprise.
This fucker was supposed to be dead. Luka made sure of that – Or he fucking lied about it.
“The look when people see me alive and breathing never gets old, Naledi.” He smirked,
“What look?”
“This look. Unbelief, shock, and my personal favourite, acceptance.” He sat on a stool before me as he continued, “I get it. Luka killed me. I should be cold in my grave by now.” He leaned closer to my chair and whispered. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.”
“I faked my death.”