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?


16. Chapter Fifteen



About an hour and a half later there were no longer any flowers to follow. I recognized the small opening I was in and the large tree that Caleb had ran out from behind hours ago. I heard the river and I could smell the water. I followed the sound and sprinted for the bridge.


Suddenly, as if on cue, someone stepped out from behind a tree. I gasped for breath and struggled hard to free myself from a firm hold. I started to scream but a hand covered my mouth again and the man took us both behind a large boulder.  “Stop!” The person whispered, but I continued thrashing around. I finally came free and turned swiftly; throwing my leg out to kick the man between the legs. He caught my foot and held tightly. “Whoa!” He heaved. “Why do you always go for the kick?” I looked at him for the first time and let out small cry.


“Merrick!” He let go of my foot and I ran into his arms. He grabbed hold of me with a strong grip and squeezed. “I was afraid you left.”


“Never.” His deep voice rang. “We have to leave though.” He stated, pulling away.


“They are coming.” I whispered, wiping my eyes. “There are seven of them and one is huge.”


“I know, I was watching.” My heart calmed, at his words. He had been there the whole time. He never left; they had been wrong but they had no idea.


He glanced around and then grabbed my hand. “On three, we run to the bridge. Stay close.” He ordered. He glanced out once more and then held up one finger, then two, and on three we ran hard for the bridge.


It was made of old rope and crooked planks of wood. It looked worn down and some of the wooden planks had been missing. Merrick paused then took a step out onto the first plank, letting go of my hand. The bridge creaked and the rope tightened. “Stay calm and don’t look down.” He motioned for me.


I took a step and closed my eyes as it creaked and jarred. We continued walking, trying to keep a steady smooth pace. As we entered the middle of the bridge there was a space of three missing planks. “Spread your legs and walk on the edges of the bottom ropes.” Merrick said moving to the side of the bridge, tilting it slightly. I held on with white knuckles and stepped around him. He moved back into the middle and the bridge leveled out.


I spread my feet apart and did my best to focus on the thin rope beneath my shoes and not the deathly two hundred foot drop below. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. With each step, I coaxed myself, never losing focus. I breathed a sigh of relief as I stepped onto the next available plank and turned to Merrick. My eyes widened as I looked immediately behind him. “Merrick.” I mumbled. He turned his attention behind him.


“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I heard him syllabize. He peered at me once more, and then his gaze shot behind me. I froze as I heard an unfamiliar laugh. I turned slowly and a man I had never seen before stood at the other end of the bridge. He was broad at the shoulders and thick at the waist. He was tall and had blonde hair, his eyes like mine. My thoughts raced back to only hours before. He looked like me.


“My, my, Merrick Stone.” The man spoke. He held a black gun in his left hand, his arms crossed.


“Turner.” Merrick voice surged with anger. The air was suddenly thick enough to cut with a knife.


“I believe you have something for me.” He grinned slightly.


“You believe wrong,” Merrick shot back. I continued observing the man.


“Come now, I only want what’s mine.” Samuel starred at me. “She’s beautiful, don’t you think? Her mother’s chin, my eyes, why, she’s perfect.” I cringed as he looked me over as if I were a prized pig.


“She’s not yours Turner. By law she is the daughter of a better man.” His words stunned my heart. I turned to him and my eyes narrowed.


“By law?” I questioned. Merrick’s eyes held secrets. He breathed deeply contemplating on what to say.


“He didn’t tell you?” Samuel asked with a soft, fake tone.


“Leave her alone, Turner.” Merrick’s voice was ice.


I stood still, my stomach twisting. “Tell me what?” I spoke, glancing down in every direction as if it might help process the moment. When Merrick didn’t answer I glanced up at him, anger in my eyes. “Tell me what?” I repeated, already knowing what sailed on the horizon.


“Kairyn, this really isn’t a good time.” My anger fumed at his answer.


“Not a good time?” I laughed sardonically. “When is it a good time Merrick? You’ve had so many opportunities . . . The star watches, the walks we took, every single moment we had would have been a good moment. What are they talking about?”  My temper was rising, my voice a calm storm. I shook with emotion, fumed with anger at Merrick, my parents, Samuel, Caleb, all of them. Merrick was incredibly still.


I’m your father.” Samuel bellowed. I starred deep into Merrick’s eyes, looking for any sign of falsification. When there was none I closed my eyes and a simple tear slid down my right cheek. I was enraged, furious and humiliated. My entire life had been a lie. My parents were a lie. I had no one in my life that spoke truth.


Why Lord, I thought to myself. What did I do? Where did I go wrong?


I heard nothing in return; I felt alone, solemnly alone and heart broken. My entire fairytale life had shattered. I didn’t want to see Merrick, I didn’t want to face my family, how could I knowing they would only play along with the mirage of my life.


“I was just trying to protect you.” He sputtered. He stepped forward.


“You kept something from me Merrick, a secret that was not yours to keep!” My volume rose. I had lost control of my temper and cared less about what I said. “All the stories you told me about you, your life, and yet you kept the only thing from me that had nothing to do with you…”


“Kai, please trust-”


“Don’t say it!” I shouted. “How can I trust you if you only keep secrets?” His face fell; I had hurt him. He gripped tightly to the ropes and closed his eyes.


“I only thought I was protecting you.” He muttered through gritted teeth, and then looked me in the eyes.


“You weren’t.” Every trace of anger had poured out on him, humility outlined his eyes.


“I apologize, Kairyn, but if you trust them, you forfeit your life.” He tried to explain but I didn’t listen.


“What life?” Samuel questioned. “She has lived a lie her whole life! Come with us Kairyn and we’ll take you home.” I cringed at Samuel’s words. ‘Home’, I had a home already, I wouldn’t go with him even if my life depended on it.


“Don’t! I won’t let you go with them!” Desperation poured out of Merrick’s mouth. He spread his feet and started walking along the edges of the bridge, towards me, but as he glanced up, his face paled. “Kairyn!” He yelled. I turned around to see Samuel who pointed his gun; I ducked and let out an ear piercing scream as the catastrophe unfolded before my eyes. Thunder roared as the trigger was pulled and I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned quickly and felt every ounce of blood pour from my face as I spotted the red splotch on Merrick’s chest. A shriek of remorse infiltrated the air as I reached out to grab Merrick’s hand.


I grabbed tightly to his wrist and fell hard to the wooden planks as Merrick fell through the vacant space of missing boards. He grabbed hold of my wrist and shouted in pain as his chest stretched the bullet wound. He starred up at me with sorrow filled eyes, hanging above the rush of the powerful river. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and dripped down onto his shirt. “I’m sorry!” I cried. “I’m so sorry!”


“It’s not your fault.” He heaved out. His grip felt weak.


He squeezed my wrist tighter, groaning loudly and gritting his teeth. His blood was spreading throughout his shirt. “Kayne and Law will find you!” He whispered through his teeth.


“Merrick, please. Please! Don’t you let go, don’t even think about it!” I wept; small whimpers escaped as I spoke. “They’ll come for you…for us…”


“I’m sorry.” He choked. A simple tear slid down his face.


“Don’t!” I shouted. “Don’t leave me! I need you, Merrick! Please!”


“Don’t cry.” He stared deep into my eyes and swallowed hard.


“I need you,” I whispered as his grip loosened on my wrist. “Merrick! Merrick, no!” I held on tightly, but his weight was too much for me to bear alone.


“God, please!” I begged aloud, hoping for a miracle to happen.


Merrick squeezed his eyes and then glanced down at the wound on his chest. It was bleeding profusely. He looked under himself at the raging water and then straight forward, his eyes moving in different directions as if he was confused. As he glanced down once more he smiled and looked up at me. “You are stronger than you know Kairyn Locksley. Don’t underestimate the amount of courage your God will give you.” He heaved in a deep breath and closed his eyes.


Just before he slipped through my grasp he opened his eyes, looked at me, grinned and whispered, “Trust me.”

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