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Fuck. Why didn’t I ask Alexis about an emergency exit?
Without giving myself a second longer to think, I threw my knife at Atlas, catching him with it on his side, and hauled ass down the long dark hallway, hoping there was a door at the end of it that I could use to get the hell out of here.
Atlas cursed and took off after me, holding his side where the knife grazed him. I could see a crack of light coming from a door at the end of the hall and sighed with relief. Please be unlocked.
Just before reaching the door, his body slammed into me, knocking me off balance and against the wall. Atlas leaned his full force into me, forearm pressing into my throat. I began digging my nails into his arm, struggling for breath.
If he weren’t trying to kill me right now, this would be such a turn-on.
Unable to speak, unable to think. My eyes began rolling to the back of my head. Noticing that I was losing my fight and slowly my consciousness, he let up slightly on my throat. I choked out, coughing and inhaling a deep breath, my throat burning.
“Who are you?” He demanded.
I didn’t answer him and turned my head to look away. I couldn’t bear to look into his eyes any longer. Knowing what I felt for him and what he just caught me doing. He roughly repositioned me, his hand taking both of my wrists and pressing them above my head, his body still keeping me immobile against the wall. I struggled in his grip; I had to get out of here. He took my chin in his fingers with his free hand and turned my face to his.
Catching the sudden flare of his eyes, I knew exactly what he knew. I hoped he wouldn’t recognize my eyes and realize it was me. I sucked in a breath, my eyes glazing with the tears that threatened to break through. My heart squeezed inside of my chest like a vice.
“Who. Are. You.” He whispered, his words dripping with every ounce of venom he had in him as if he already knew who I was but wanted confirmation. I was out of options; he wasn’t going to let me get away with this.
“Atlas, I—” My voice cracked, and something inside of me broke.
He cut me off with a curse and dropped his head, breaking our eye contact. He punched the wall beside my head with his fist so hard he almost put a hole through it, and his knuckles split from the force. I didn’t flinch; I deserved anything and everything that was coming to me. I had made my bed a long time ago; I just never thought that, in the end, I would get caught by the man I had started falling for.
I was so fucked.
I wasn’t coming back from this.
He was so done with me.
“Atlas, let me explain.” I choked out before he gripped my arm tightly and ripped open the door next to us, shoving me through it. I whimpered with his aggressive movements.
“Get the fuck out of here, Chyler. Now.” He ground out, glaring at me with a fire burning in his eyes.
“I—” Please don’t do this…
“Now!” He growled, and this time, I flinched before turning away from him and running out into the storm. I didn’t stop to look back and see if anyone was following me; I just ran as fast and as far as my legs would take me. I needed to get out of here and get to Alexis.
Atlas would never forgive me for this.
What have I done?
CHAPTER 19
Atlas
GODDAMNIT! Slamming the door shut, I pounded my fists against it. The storm was raging outside, and the metal of the warehouse just made it sound even louder. No one would have been able to hear what had just happened—that I had just realized that I had been sleeping with my enemy. My head was spinning with rage. I rested my forehead on the door, trying to calm and collect myself.
“Fuck.” I yelled, punching the door one more time before shoving myself away from it and turning to head back down the hallway. I couldn’t feel my knuckles anymore, but I didn’t care. I had to figure out what I was going to do with Chyler. Was I going to confront her, avoid her, or turn her in? I ran my hands through my hair and tugged at the strands in frustration.
I tried reflecting on every interaction we had for signs that this was who she was. But I was coming up empty. Nothing she ever said or did even hinted that she was… this. FUCK!
This means that she was the one who tortured and killed Tyler Florentine and all of those other employees. The body count was hers—maybe not hers alone, but she seemed to play the bigger role in it, seeing as she was the only one here tonight.
My side burned, and I reached my hand back around to touch it, remembering that she had thrown her knife at me before she ran, and it sliced through my side. A memory popped into my head as I put pressure on the wound—the kitchen.
The morning when I had snuck out before dawn to bring her breakfast, I came up behind her. I had startled her, and with the fastest reflexes I had ever seen, she had a knife to my throat, a single breath from breaking the skin. I didn’t question it when she said it was from self-defense classes, but now that I am really thinking about it, what kind of classes would teach you how to use a knife like that?
The pieces were falling into place, but not enough to paint a full picture. There were still so many holes that needed to be filled. Was she using me? Does she know that I work for the CIA? No, she couldn’t… Because if she knew, then she wouldn’t have been so easily caught, and she didn’t seem like she had planned for me to see her tonight. If I am not mistaken, she seemed shocked that I was even here.
