My Captivator

Kairyn’s life was wonderful, almost perfect. Her parents adored her, she had just started college, she made a new friend right off the bat, and her research paper for psychology was almost complete. But, after accidentally engaging in a unpleasant blog, her world changes, and not for the better. As ex-CIA Agent, Samuel Turner, and his men, declare Kairyn their next victim, secret agents, Merrick Stone and his team members, Kota and Weston, are assigned to protect Kairyn and bring Samuel and his men to justice.

Becoming a CIA Operative at the age of twenty-two was the best thing that ever happened to Merrick, that is until he and his team members are assigned to a new mission that involves a certain young woman. The closer Kairyn grows to Merrick, she finds his heart is in the right, but his mind is in the wrong. Will she be able to convince Merrick that of all the mistakes he has made in his life, he can still be forgiven? Or will the trials she faces bring hatred into her own heart?

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6. Chapter Five

Chapter 5:

 

Kairyn:

 

We sat in the living room. I was sitting on the couch and Stone was next to me in a chair. The environment was surreal. I felt as if I were in a movie, or a hidden camera T.V. show.

Stone clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Okay,” He stated, I stiffened, “I know you don’t trust me.” He stated the obvious then went on. “I know that sooner than later you will but due to what happened last night I sense it may be a while.” He watched my eyes to see if I would react then went on. “I guess I’ll start from the beginning.” He took a deep breath. “In 2015 I left the CIA to join the Secret Service. I was hired and put on a team with two other agents, Kota Kayne and Weston Law, and we work together to accomplish . . . missions. . .” He paused. “Our ‘job’ is to, how do I put this lightly, ‘Take out’,” he lifted his fingers and made quotations out of them as he spoke, “criminals that cannot be contained. About three months ago, my team and I were sent on a rare mission. Our mission was to take out a team of rogue agents who have made you their next victim.”

 

Stiffening, I whispered, “What?”

 

“They have been tracking you for the past three and a half months now and have been scheming up a plan to harm you.” He paused to let everything soak in.

“But . . . why?” Panic was easing its way through me. This was not happening. These kinds of things only happen in movies, or in books.


“Are you familiar with a certain website about criminal activity?” He asked me.

 

My eyes suddenly went wide. I was right. “I read a blog on how criminals plan-” I glanced up at him. “I don’t remember the name of the blog but I used it to help me with a paper I wrote about criminal activities.”

 

“Did you read anything about the UOC?”

 

“Underground Organized Crime . . .” I muttered, suddenly remembering the name. “I was reading on it but after thirty minutes or so a red light came on my camera and I had a feeling I was being watched.”

 

“You were reading the secret plans of an anti-government organization.”

 

I shook my head. “If it was so secretive, then how was I able to get on the website so easily? I am not a hacker; I barely know how to hack onto my neighbors Wi-Fi.” My eyes caressed every inch of the living room, trying to make sense of it all.

 

“My guess is that the website malfunctioned. You found a loop hole by mistake. Kairyn, the man you saw me shoot two nights ago was on his way to your house, which was exactly where I had been headed.” The air felt thick. “It was perfect timing for me to have been at the exact place he was when you and your friend stopped at the stop light. Five men were waiting for you at your house.”

“What about my family? Are they protected? Are they safe?” The questions came fast.

“Thankfully they were not home when the men arrived. The agency found them at a local grocery store as they were walking inside. He explained things to them and they are now in a safe house in Wisconsin.” I let out a breath of air I didn’t know I’d been holding.

“And Caleb?” I asked. My heart dropped when he didn’t answer right away.

“I couldn’t find him last night.” His face was solemn. “Kairyn . . . he isn’t who he says he is.”

 

“What do you mean?” I asked.

 

“His real name is Jack Turner. He’s one of Samuel Turner’s men, who is also the leader of the team of rogues who are after you.” I felt dizzy. “Kairyn, look at me.” I tried my best to focus. "That is why I had to take you last night. I’m sure Jack let the others know I was there and they were probably headed our way. We didn’t have time to linger; time was not on our side.”

Everything felt like a blur. It was too much to take in, too much for me to handle. I needed to contact my family. I had to find a way out of here and to safety. Stone was lying; he had to be. Caleb would never hurt anyone; he was one of my friends. But . . . Stone’s story made sense. It would explain why Caleb’s voice changed dramatically, and why he told me to leave him behind.

“Kairyn, look at me.” Stone’s voice was stern. I glanced his way and I could tell he was genuinely worried. “Everything will be okay. We are working it out. Trust me.”

 

“How do I know you aren’t one of Samuel’s men?” I eyed him carefully scaring myself in the process. He narrowed his eyes.

 

“How do I know you aren’t going to run away again?” He asked me. “We have to learn to trust one another, Kairyn. How are we to work together if we can’t even trust each other when we turn our backs?”

 

Biting my lip I rubbed my face with both hands then rested my elbows on my knees, clasping my hands together. “You are aware that me trusting you with my life is a lot harder than you trusting me not to run, right?” I raised an eyebrow.

 

Grinning he chuckled. The sound filled the air and I could have sworn my heart skipped a beat. I fought off the strange feeling and continued looking at him. “Yes, I am aware of that.”

 

Taking a deep breath I changed the subject. “How long will I be here?”

 

He sat back and placed his clasped hands behind his head. “That depends on how long it takes to capture Turner. When the police contacted us about you calling in, which by the way was a huge help on your part, thank you for that, we found a few of his men and were able to shut down any connection between Turner and Iran. Since then we have been keeping track of calls going in and out of the country. We found information concerning you and your family and decided it best to put you three under protective custody.”

 

“Without even asking us?” I questioned him.

 

He shrugged. “Sometimes you have to act for the sake of others.”

 

He had a point, but I didn’t quite agree with it. “What about my friends, my schooling?”

 

“You’ll see them again, and surprise, no homework, you’re welcome.” He smirked.

 

“This isn’t a joke.” I mumbled, not amused.

 

“Which is why I had to take you a few nights ago; we couldn’t stay much longer. Samuel’s men were at your house.”

 

“My family is alright?” I asked when I couldn’t think of anything else to say.”

 

He nodded. “Yes, in a safe house in-”

 

“Wisconsin,” we finished together.

 

“And my brother is he alright?”

 

Stone’s eyebrows came together. “Brother?” He questioned, concern laced his voice.

 

“Yes, my brother, his names gullible.” I smirked at him. He opened his mouth to speak but smiled instead. Dimples shined on both sides of his face.

 

“That was good. You got me,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

 

I smiled in return. “Clearly you need to work on your stalking skills.” I joked.

 

“Clearly you need to learn never to tease a spy.” He stared; a playful gleam crossed his eyes.

 

“Is that a threat, Mr. Stone? I’m sure the agency will not be impressed.” I lifted my eyebrows at him. The teasing atmosphere had calmed my nerves.

 

“You’re right,” he grinned mischievously. “I may have to silence the victim.” His voice sounded so dull, so serious. I gulped, suddenly afraid again. Then, his lips turned up and a smile appeared once more. “Got you,” he smirked.


I breathed out a sigh of relief and grinned. “I deserved that one.” I laughed.

 

A moment of silence came and the gloomy atmosphere tried to return. “You really are safe here.” Stone spoke gently. His words were soft and meaningful. “You have my word.” He nodded.

 

I gave him a small, side grin. “The word of a kidnapper?” I asked.

 

“The word of a friend,” his expression was real. There was no joke in his tone as he spoke and for the first time in two days, I felt a spark of hope.


I jumped when I heard the door open. Faintly I could hear a voice say, ‘Scan Complete. Welcome home Kota Kayne'.

“They’re here.” Stone spoke gently. “Stay here and I’ll bring them in.” The way he spoke actually calmed me a bit. I relaxed as he exited the room.

 

A few moments, later I could hear Stone talking. I couldn’t make out what he said but it was for sure about me.


“She must be scared out of her mind.” Someone responded loud enough for me to hear.

 

“She just needs time. She’ll figure it out.” Another voice sounded.

Soon, Stone and two strangers entered the room. The first one that caught my eyes was tall and muscular, like Stone, only he had dark brown hair with dark brown eyes. His skin was tan and I could tell by the way he held himself, he was the most dominant. “Boys this is Kairyn Locksley. Kairyn this is Agent Kayne, Kota Kayne,” he gestured to the one I had been studying. Then, he gestured to the other man. “And this is Agent Law.”

“Nice to meet you both,” the words came out as a whisper.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you too, Ms. Kairyn.” Kayne’s voice was deep.

“Weston Law,” Law smiled. “It’s an honor to meet you.” Just by looking at Law anyone could tell he was strong. He was tall and just like the others, very masculine. His hair was black as coal and his eyes were nearly as dark. He looked Native American but his stature clearly said Samoan.

 

“Thank you,” was all I could mutter.

Stone smiled at me. I didn’t know what to think of everything that had happened to me in the past 24 hours but one thing I did know, was that I would find my family again and I would come to find the truth about Caleb.

 

 

~~~~~~~


 
A few hours went by, and I wasn’t shocked to have learned that all three boys’ favorite thing to do was go to the shooting range. They were, however, surprised that my favorite thing to do was the exact same thing. I could be at the shooting range all day and never get bored. Give me a gun, some bullets and a target and I’ll be perfectly content.

“So Kairyn,” Kayne started, “how often do you go to the shooting range?” We were all still in the living room. Stone sat across from me in a chair and the other boys sat in a love seat to our right.

“About every other weekend if I can.” I answered. I had opened up a bit more and Stone hadn’t stopped smiling since. Maybe he was happy that I wasn’t scared. Or so I thought. I was a bit nervous, and fear still grabbed at me every so often but I held my ground.


“What’s your best?” Law broke my train of thought.

 

“My what?”

 

“Your aim . . .” he raised his eyebrows.

“Well, I’m an eight out of ten shot.” I smiled.

“Wow, impressive. Have you ever shot a 50 Cal?” Law questioned.

“No, I haven't.” I breathed out with a slight frown on my face. For once in my life I didn't want to talk about guns. Especially with people who used them every day to take lives of others.

Stone must have noticed I was uncomfortable as he spoke up. “Hey, it’s already 5:20.” He checked his watched. “You guys want to fix dinner?”
 

“That sounds good to me.” Kayne smiled as he slapped his hands on his thighs and stood.

“Law why don’t you go start on the food and Kayne you can go set the table.” Stone politely kicked them out. Kayne smiled and went on his way. Even if he was the leader, he knew Stone was trying to get alone with me. Law left the living room as well and soon it was just me and Stone. He came over and sat down by me and I stiffened.

He chuckled and I caught him staring at me. “What?” I inquired. He raised an eyebrow and placed his hand on his chin as if he were thinking.

“Nothing.” He took a deep breath in then let it out while saying, “You’re just really brave.” I scrunched my eyebrows together.

“I’m trying.” Tears brimmed my eyes. “Merrick…” it was the first time I had used his name, “I don’t . . . think I can do this. I try to tell myself that I’m not afraid. That you guys won’t hurt me, that I’m safe." My voice was strained as I held back tears. "But am I? Am I really safe?" Tears escaped no matter how hard I tried holding them back. I missed my family and there was nothing I could do about it. “I’m scared. Scared for me, scared for my family, and scared for Caleb. There has to be an explanation as to why he is a part of this! He’s a sweet guy, a complete, down to earth, sweetheart." I refused to let my voice crack.

Suddenly, Merrick’s arm wrapped around my shoulders and the smell of Old Spice and woods flooded my senses. It was nice and it reminded me of my dad. I so badly wanted to be in my father’s arms instead, but beggars can’t be choosers, as my grandma would always say. So with that thought, I took in the moment. I felt a little better and my fears started to dissipate. If he were truly going to hurt me, wouldn’t he have done it by now?

“Kairyn you need to understand," my thoughts were cut off, "I am here to protect you. It has been my mission to protect you for three months now.” He took a deep breath. “I haven’t failed thus far, so why start now? If you aren’t safe with me, then you are not safe at all. Please understand that when I say I will not hurt you, I mean it with my life.” He said this with the utmost sincerity. He pulled away. Then, looking me in the eyes, he added, "Alright?"

I wanted so badly to trust him, so badly to put away all this anger, frustration, and pain. He raised his eyebrows as if to say, 'well?’. I took a long breath and closed my eyes. I could do this; I could trust him. My eyes opened and looked straight into his. "Alright," I mumbled. It was such a quiet response I was surprised to see him give me a smile in return.

"Good." He grinned bigger. "We should go see about the other two. We need to stay together as much as possible."  As I nodded, he stood to help me up off the couch. We walked towards the kitchen and I swear I heard him whisper under his breath, with pure intentions, "Finally." 

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