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?


17. Chapter Sixteen



I watched as my sister’s only hope slipped through her hands. She cried out, her emotions running full force. Sitting there on the bridge her hands covered her red face. She sobbed quietly, forgetting about the rest of the brutal men that surrounded her.


“Bring her here.” My father yelled to our side of the ravine. “I want to see her face before she dies.”


My heart nearly stopped when my father’s words hit my ears. Looking at him I noticed for the first time the fuming hatred my father had towards my sister. I had to do something, save her somehow.


Mason walked forward. “I’ll do it.” He grumbled. “If I can’t have the honor of ending her boyfriend’s life, I at least want the opportunity to hand her over to Merrick’s enemy.” I could tell by his haunting grin that he was determined to be anything but careful with her. He edged onto the bridge with caution. The last thing he wanted was to join Merrick in the afterlife.


“Wait.” I spoke. “I’ll do it.” Mason looked at me with raging eyes, then turned to my father who nodded at my request. The massive Australian stepped back off the bridge and bumped me as he walked past. He grumbled something to quiet to understand, but I could tell by the look on his face that he was less than happy with me.


Taking a step onto the bridge, I breathed heavy. The depths of the cliff caused my head to spin. I held strongly to the ropes and shook off the dizziness, then my eyes met Kairyn. Her tears continued to run and I felt a piece of my heart chip. The wood squeaked as I took each step closer to my sister and with each step I could hear her sobs more clearly. I pushed away any guilt I had and crossed the space of missing planks, then kneeled beside her.


“Kairyn.” My voice was above a whisper. “Kairyn, please.” She stiffened as I placed my hand on her shoulder. She was cold and wet from the rising vapor of the water beneath us. “Look at me.”


She spun around quickly, knocking me over in the process. “Leave me alone!” She screamed. “Don’t you see the trouble you’ve caused? What more can you take from me?” She shivered, covering her arms with her hands, her face red and angry. “What did I ever do to you Jack?” The use of my birth name coming from her mouth was like a knife to my back.


“Kairyn, listen to me, you’re in trouble.” I tried but she slapped me across my face.


“You are nothing to me.” Her dry, calm tone stung. “You were once a friend, maybe even had a chance to be a brother, but now you are beneath dirt to me.” She then stood up slowly. She glanced up at our father and glared daggers. “I am not a defenseless girl, Turner. And you will not get the joy of having me as a daughter or a victim. You may think you’ve won this battle but you have just started a war.”


What happened next was too fast for me to stop. She lifted her knee hard and hit me just below my waist. I fell to my own knees with a cry of pain as my sister jumped through the empty hole of the worn down bridge. I reached out and grasped for her flailing hand but only brushed her finger tip.


“No!” I shouted. I crawled to the edge of the bridge and the last thing I remember was seeing her splash into the roaring river. I felt a hard hit to the back of my head and lost balance as I fell through the hole myself. I tried to yell, but my vision spurred and as I hit the water, everything around me disappeared.






I crawled through the small riffles of water on the bank of the mighty river. My arms and legs ached from fighting to stay above the powerful water. I coughed, emptying my lungs of the cold liquid. Every part of my body shook as the wind caressed the surface of my skin. As I reached the grass I fell to my side, took off my backpack and turned over on my back, breathing heavily. My hair stuck to my forehead and started a tiny stream of water that ran down the sides of my head. I had taken the leap of faith and made it to the river bank. After all that I had just lived through, the Lord kept me alive and out of the captivity of Samuel Turner. All my life I had always been told that God would give me strength and that I could do all things through him, all I needed was to have faith and I knew now God was testing me.


“Thank you.” I close my eyes and whispered through chapped lips. “Thank you.” I repeated.


Soon I was breathing normal and I was able to stand up and walk. I placed my wet bag on my back and grabbed onto the shoulder straps with my hands. I glanced back at the calming river searching for any sign of Merrick. Nothing caught my eyes. Turning back around, however, I spotted a set of foot prints a few feet ahead of me in a patch of dirt. The foot prints were large, and from the depths of it I could tell they belonged to a man.


The foot prints led downstream, along the line of trees that would soon turn into a vibrant forest. The stream went around a bend and out of sight. These had to be Merrick’s prints, but why hadn’t he covered his tracks? I narrowed my eyes. ‘Trust Me’, he had grinned and said before he slipped through my grasp. I glanced at the foot prints, then behind me. This was the only clue I had to finding Merrick and I was not about to head back towards the bridge. “Okay, Lord. I’m trusting my instincts, I’m trusting Merrick, but most of all,” I took a deep breath, “I’m trusting you.” I walked forward, following the steps. “But please no surprises.”


It was about midday on this hot, humid Thursday. I still hadn’t seen any sign of Merrick and I had started to rethink my choice of following the foot prints. A few more feet and the steps disappeared into the trees. The sun was high enough that the shadowed forest was now bright enough to see through. I stepped around a few trees but there was no sign of any more foot prints, which worried me. If Merrick had left the tracks for me, then why would he stop them here? The only possible explanation was that the tracks belonged to a hiker that had gotten off trail, but that seemed illogical due to the fact we were miles away from any sign of civilization.


I jumped when a small chipmunk dashed out from under a bush and up into a tree. Normally the sight of a small critter would give me peace, but I was not in Missouri anymore. The critters I might run into back home differed severely from the ones I could possibly run into out here. Chills ran down my spine at the thought of me encountering an animal much greater than a fragile chipmunk. “Be brave.” I whispered to myself, trying to calm my nerves. I had gone camping many times and my dad had taught me a few tricks, maybe they would come in handy.


A twig snapped behind me. I stiffened and decided that it was best to keep moving. If Merrick was responsible for those tracks, then he obviously wanted to lead me to the forest. He had better have a logical explanation as to why he thinks the woods are a safer route than the river.

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