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?


8. Chapter Seven

Chapter 7:




I felt a small touch on my left arm. I turned and whatever fear I had turned to dread. Kairyn’s shoulder was covered with dark blood. Blotches spread throughout her clothes.


“Kairyn,” I moved fast as she sank in the seat. I unbuckled her and laid her down, her head on my lap. “She’s been shot!” I yelled. Law was already taking out the first aid kit and had a tourniquet ready. I ripped her shirt to the seam, tore the sleeves and examined the bullet hole. It was three inches from the heart. “It’s a sucking chest wound, hand me the turmeric paste, alcohol, rag and towel!”


As Kayne continued to drive, I doctored Kairyn’s bullet wound which bled profusely. Her heart rate was abnormally slow meaning she was losing to much blood. I poured alcohol on the open wound and she let out a small whimper. “I need some chloroform, she’s waking up!” Law searched frantically for the drug often used for kidnapping.


“Here!” He handed me the drug.


I poured some on the rag and held it to her nose. Her eyes opened and she struggled in a panic. “Shh, it’s okay. Take a deep breath, you’re going to be fine.” I coaxed. My heart ached as her eyes widened in fear. “Kairyn, it’s me . . . take a breath and relax. I’ve got you.” She made eye contact with me and a small tear slid down her newly paled cheek. I heard her take in some air and soon her eyes began to close again. I let out a breath I had been holding myself and continued caring for her wound. After stitching and bandaging her shoulder, I took off my shirt and did my best to place it on her. She was smaller than me by at least seventy pounds. The shirt was clearly too big for her but that would do better with the wound. A tight shirt on her would only irritate the punctured skin more.


She lay on my lap.  Even with the gauze and medical wrap tightly around her shoulder, blood was finding small canals through. Her heart rate was returning to normal. I ran my hand through her hair and glanced down at her. The peaceful look on her face was much easier to look at than the fearful shock in her eyes before.


She took in a deep breath, her chest rising slowly then falling again. That had been too close. She almost died because I had failed to protect her. I glanced down at her chest, where the shirt was ruffled due to the bandages underneath. She was little, petite, and she needed me. If she was going to live to see the day she had a normal life again, I would need to step it up. This wasn’t a simple low life mission. This wasn’t the minors anymore. I was in the big leagues now, and it was time I started acting like it. If that meant hovering over her more, leaving her alone less often, taking away some of her privacy, whatever it was going to take to keep her safe, I was going to do it.




“Hey, Stone. . . wake up.” I felt a nudge on my right shoulder and jumped as I saw Law standing next to my opened door of the car. “We’re in Montana.” He stated then headed towards the new house we would be staying in. I started to stretch but I felt weight down on my lap. I glanced down and remembered the girl sleeping with her head in my lap. I started to lift her up and she stirred.


“It’s okay.” I whispered as I lifted her head and then lifted her onto my lap. She would be too weak to walk. I scooted towards the edge of the seat and set my legs out of car. I propped her in my arms, one arm under her neck, and the other under her knees. I rocked back, leaned forward, and then stood up out of the car with her in my arms, careful not to budge her left shoulder much. She was light; I remembered that from the night I carried her out of the woods after the wreck. That night had been traumatic for her but she handled it better than any woman I know. I was thankful that the guys took care of the car and the man in the alley. It wasn’t there mess to clean.


Her hair danced as a small breeze blew by. She reached up with her right hand and laid it gently across my chest, as if to keep herself still. The act sent a chill up my spine. I shook it off and headed for the house. The door was left open and I walked right on in. I didn’t feel like walking up the stairs with her so I walked to my bedroom and laid her on my bed. She would feel the gunshot tomorrow and all the medicines I had to put on the wound. The bullet had not gone straight through so I had to take it out, it was a miracle that no vital veins or bones were damaged.


I laid her on the bed, pulled the covers back from underneath her and covered her slowly. She looked so peaceful. I fought the urge to tuck her in. The sooner I left the room, the better. Not for my sake but for hers. This girl was going to be a difficult mission. One in which I would not get a souvenir.


I left my room and headed to Kayne’s. When I entered, he was sitting at his desk searching on the computer. “How is she?” He asked me.


I took in a deep breath. “She’s a fighter, that’s for sure.” I walked over to his desk and leaned up against it, crossing my arms. It was then I realized all the blood that stained my shirt. I shrugged it off.


“Is she still sleeping?”




He shook his head. “I’ve been researching the website she hacked into.” He motioned to the computer. “How she hacked into it I have no idea. It took me several minutes and a lot of encrypting.”


“After three months of me keeping an eye on her, she hasn’t once shown any sign of being a hacker.” I stated.


“There has to be a reason she was on the website. I don’t believe she just found it.”


“What are you saying?” I questioned.


He sat back in his chair and rubbed his chin with his pointer finger and thumb. “I think she was forced upon it.”


“You mean led to it? How? She was researching for a paper and said she entered a blog . . .”


“They must have placed the website on her screen somehow.” Kayne rummaged through some papers and pulled out a file on Jack. “Jack Turner has been hacking into things since he was five years old. He has been in trouble with the law a few times, nothing major, but enough to show he has skills. I think he hacked into Kairyn’s laptop through the system and then placed the website there himself. He definitely has the skills to do it.”


“But why?” I asked.


“What if Jack said something that brought her to the website?”


“What need would he have to put some innocent girl in danger?” It didn’t make any sense.


“It was all an act, it had to be. Maybe, somehow, throw us off guard from what they are actually planning.” He added. Suddenly the computer beeped and an email sent through. I sat on his bed and fell backwards, lying down, rubbing my face. “Stone,” Kayne’s voice was barely above a whisper, “you may want to read this.”


I got up and walked over to him. The screen showed an email from Agent Hues, a good friend from the FBI. The email read:



 Here is the file on Sam Turner you asked for.


‘Samuel Turner- Former CIA Operative- turned down being reinstated in 1996 due to the birth of his twin children, Elizabeth Turner, and Jackson Turner. Jennifer Turner (Samuel’s wife) passed away giving birth to the children. A few weeks after the birth, his children were taken into protective custody, by two past co-operatives, during a drunken rage from Samuel. The two children were then sent out to different homes and their names were changed. The son, Caleb Smith, and daughter, Kairyn Locksley. They were given to two different families on opposite sides of the United States.


Hope this is some help to you and your team. Let me know if you have any further questions.’


Agent Christy Hues, CIA”



I finished reading it aloud and the room was silent.


“Well, that answers some questions.” Law spoke up. H stood in the door way.


“Things just got more complicated.” I put in.


Kayne starred at the email with wide eyes. “Oh, yes.”






We had been discussing the next steps for the past two hours. It was now six-thirty in the morning.


“What if Samuel does want her as his own?” Law asked.


“No, if that were the case, then why wouldn’t he have found a way to speak with her? Communicate?” Kayne inquired.


“She said something about her laptop camera’s light coming on. The light on it was red, which means she was being recorded. They know she knows information. All we have to do is get her to trust us enough to tell us.” I informed them.


“What if Sam doesn’t know she’s his daughter? What if this is all Jack?” Law’s tone was slow and steady.


“Wait . . . that might be it.” If Jack really was Kairyn’s brother, he may be trying to get the family together. “Email Agent Hues back and ask for information on Jack Turner.”


Kayne emailed her and within thirty minutes we had an answer. Jack had lost his adopted father at a young age. His adopted mother was an entrepreneur and probably rarely had time for him. I understood that feeling completely. Jack was alone and wanted a real family, someone to hold him up when he was down. Kairyn was that family and Samuel Turner is the father. “Jack Turner is trying to bring the family back together . . .” I concluded. “But when good ole dad finds out about his son’s plan, he won’t be a happy parent.”


“Finding out the person you have been after is the one who ratted you out for selling weapons illegally, yep, he should be a bit angry.” Kayne rasped.


“You think he would hurt his own daughter?” I asked.


“You tell me, why do you think they were put into protective custody?” Kayne answered. “Obviously it wasn’t just because he was an angry drunkard. He must have harmed the twins. It sounds to me like he’ll do anything to anyone no matter the relation.”


“So, Jack thinks he’s getting the family together and Samuel thinks he’s getting revenge. Is that what you’re getting at?”


“Sounds about right,” Kayne finished.


“So, our mission then?” Law questioned.


“We need to keep Kairyn from finding out this information. It would only cause her pain. We also need to find out what Kairyn knows. Information she’s found out on that blog, and how.” Kayne took a deep breath. “After that, it’s free range. We take out Jack and Samuel Turner, and then get Kairyn back to her family and into protective custody.”

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