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?


26. Chapter Twenty-Five



Caleb stared at me with wide eyes. Confusion was written all across his face. “Are you crazy?”


“Caleb, please,” I took his hand in both of mine, “Help me find our father.”


He stood in shock for a few seconds, and then his eyes found my arm wrapped in gauze. He swallowed hard and gently rubbed my wounded arm. His eyes gained determination and then they connected to mine. “Alright, but if we do this, there is no going back.”


“I’ll do whatever it takes,” I grounded out. “It’s time Samuel Turner gets a taste of his own medicine.”





Our plan was to leave in the middle of the night. I would steal the keys from Kota and together, my brother and I would drive to the nearest safe house the team owned. Thankfully Caleb remembered a few of the addresses. There we would stay until Caleb found the location of Sam. From there, we would come up with what happened next.


“I want to say good-bye to Merrick before we leave.” I whispered to Caleb at dinner that night. He nodded o me. I glanced at Kota and Weston who were just getting there food and I waved to them. “I’m not hungry . . .” I told them. “I’m going to go see him.” They nodded with solemn faces and I quickly exited the cafeteria and made my way to Merrick’s room.


As I entered the lonely space, Merrick lay in bed hooked up to the many different tubes and IV’s. I walked over to him and gave his hand a squeeze. “Hey Merrick,” I whispered. I turned around to be sure I hadn’t been followed. When I saw the coast was clear I turned back to him. “I don’t know what else to say, but I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands and fight for what’s mine.” I leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Please forgive me for what I’m about to do. I need to make sure that Samuel Turner never hurts you again. I’m going after him myself and I’m taking back my life. I know you’d try to stop me if you were awake, but that’s why I have to do it now . . . while you’re resting.” I pressed my forehead to his. “Caleb is taking me to one of your safe houses to do research, but please don’t blame him; I talked him into it.” I closed my eyes tightly and pressed a small kiss to his lips. “I love you Merrick Stone, I promise I’ll be careful.” Kissing him once more, I stood, gave his hand one more squeeze and then left.






When I felt her touch I came to again. I wanted to squeeze and hug her, but my body was still out of my control. It was when she started speaking that I wanted so badly to be awake. She was leaving on her own to meet with Turner! I had to wake up now. I had to take back control of my body. I screamed at myself and yelled but nothing would listen.


I felt her lips on mine. She kissed me. My insides melted and I felt as if I was dreaming. The girl I loved had her lips on mine and the spark that flew through my body was exactly what I needed. Then she pulled apart and told me she loved me; she said she’d be careful but that wasn’t enough. This was my fault! If I hadn’t of gone and gotten myself shot, none of this would have happened. The blame was on no one but me. If I didn’t wake up soon, Kairyn was going to get herself killed.






It was two in the morning. We had everything prepared and I had even snuck the key from Kota. After a long and stressful time of keeping him asleep, I finally snagged the car key and left without being caught. Caleb and I left without a fight and I couldn’t have been more proud of myself. Now I just need to carry on with the plan and stay alive.


Caleb drove and I sat in the passenger seat. The radio was playing quietly and if my adrenaline hadn’t been pumping, I would have fallen asleep.


“Where to?” I asked my brother. He had his eyes glued to the road.


“A small city in Wyoming . . . it isn’t too far, but it’s far enough to put a good distance between us and the guys.” I bit my lip at his mention of the guys. They had done everything they could for the past four months to help protect me. And I blow it all by putting myself in the ultimate danger. I knew what I was doing was stupid and careless, but part of me wanted revenge. The other part of me hoped that Merrick would wake up and come rescue me. I chuckled through my nose at the thought. It likely wouldn’t happen, but at least I’d avenge him.


“I’m going to be honest with you, Kai.” Caleb’s voice was quiet and filled with exhaustion. “When we find Sam . . . he won’t be happy to see you.” He scratched his head. “Well, actually, he’ll love to see you . . . he is after you, you know. You ruined his plans and now all the money he would have gained from Iran is lost because of you.”


“Because- no, hold up, you’re the one who sent me to the website in the first place, Caleb.” I scoffed. “Look, he’s a wanted man. If the agency finds, when the agency finds us . . . well, by that time, hopefully we will have already found Sam. They’ll arrest him and his men and take them to prison.” And hopefully Merrick won’t hate me . . . I tried not to cringe at the thought. What we were getting ourselves into was going to be rough, and stupid, and entirely idiotic, but I felt like this was the only way to get back at Samuel Turner. He would rot in jail and I, Lord willing, would live happily ever after with a normal life again- as long as Sam doesn’t’ kill us when we find him.


“They’ll probably arrest me, too, you know.” He chuckled. “All this researching and hacking all so I could catch the man I once thought as our father, and send him to prison.”


I laughed through my nose once more and then gave Caleb’s shoulder a squeeze. His life must have been rough if he had preferred Sam over the life he had. “Caleb?”


“Yeah?” He glanced at me and then back at the road.


“I,” thinking I pulled my legs up onto the seat of the car and rubbed my arm, “I’m happy you found me.” He tried his best to hide the grin on his lips.


“Me, too, Kairyn,” his voice was low and sweet. Under his breath I heard him again say, “Me, too.”







I came to again. I must have blacked out. My breathing felt a bit odd. I tried opening my eyes once more but nothing worked.


“I know I had them in my pocket. They must have fallen out or, maybe I laid them in his room.” Kayne’s voice entered my room.


“We’ll find them, it’s not like someone stole a stolen vehicle.” Law chuckled at his own joke.


“I didn’t steal it,” Kayne snapped. “I borrowed it and left money on the front porch.”


“You do realize the chances of them getting the money off the front porch are slim, right? You should have just told them it was government business or something.”


My heart dropped. Kairyn must have taken the keys. I wanted to yell and scream, but my body was still out of my control. I felt desperate, alone. The woman I loved would be killed and there was nothing I could do about it. I was as useful as a car with no wheels. I had failed her and my team. If I never woke up again, maybe it was for the best. Kairyn deserved a better life than the life with a man like me.


Don’t give up, you must have faith.


The small voice had returned. ‘Who are you? Can you help me? Please?’ I tried to speak to whoever it was. I tried to stay away from the thought that I had become schizophrenic.


As soon as the voice came, it was gone. I received no answer; however, I noticed the pain in my chest was gone as well. I tiny gleam of hope entered my mind. Perhaps the person speaking was some sort of inner conscience. Maybe if I spoke to it enough, I would awaken my brain and my body would be under my control again. ‘Hello? Please, if you are there, I need you. I need your help. I thought I was a strong man, but I can’t do this alone. Hear me out, please!’ The peace inside me grew heavier and soon I felt as light as a feather.


Suddenly, the feeling of warmth overcame me. My soul felt as if it were being lifted from my body. Then, my sight came. Not my vision, but the sight of what was around me became clear. I saw myself in the room; my body was lying on the hospital bed hooked up to needles and tubes. My heart rate monitor was beeping as normal and I could watch my chest slowly rise and fall. Then . . . it stopped. My chest laid still and the heart monitor roared. My sight faded and I saw nothing but light; a bright light that nearly blinded me. I was confused. How could I see when my eyes wouldn’t open?


I must be dying.


The thought sent chills throughout me. I glanced around looking for a way back, but soon froze. A state of peace surrounded me. A laughed escaped my moving lips. Then, a man appeared before me. I watched Him carefully. He held a hand out to me, but I hesitated to take it. The presence of this man was overwhelming. Every life I had taken and every wrong I committed flashed through my memory like a cyclone. Soon I was on  my knees. “No,” I answered, “I’m filthy, you wouldn’t want me.” I glanced down ashamed. “I know who you are, but you don’t want to know who I am.” Shame and quilt tugged and clawed at my heart.


The man just smiled with compassionate eyes. He stepped closer to me and without hesitating He bent down and pressed His hand over my heart. The sense of an overpowering love enveloped me. As He took His hand away, my heart came with it. I was shocked as I saw the very organ that kept me alive, leave my body. My heart was dirty, rotting away with the sins I’ve done. But, as He held it, He squeezed and soon the filthy colors of greed, lust, murder, and dishonesty suddenly disappeared. I watched in awe as my heart became new. New, warming colors slowly cascaded the surface of my heart. Vibrant colors of joy, compassion, love and one I didn’t recognize painted my heart wholly. I glanced up at Him. “I know who you are.” He comforted me. “You are mine.”


His words blew over me and were a balm to my guilt. “I . . . I don’t deserve you.” Tears flowed from my eyes.


“Ask and you shall be forgiven.” He spoke with such authority. Mercy flowed from His lips.


I felt a sudden jolt of fear and failure run through my body. “Please . . . please forgive me.” I cried. I needed this man in my life if I truly wanted a life. To be alive wasn’t good enough anymore. I wanted to thrive. “Please . . . I need you . . .”


What happened next was filled with wonder. He smiled and with graceful force, placed my heart back into my chest. The sensation was overwhelming as I felt myself change into a completely different man. Fear and failure disappeared and was cast out as my heart shifted. I glanced up at Him with a new sight, a new mind, and a newly found hope. Faith . . . I told myself. Faith was the unknown color in my heart.


“Breathe.” He spoke. “Breathe and live for me. For it is through me you have been healed. It is through me that you have life.” I smiled and with one solid breathe I inhaled and felt the life of my soul being restored.


My eyes shot open as I gasped for air. The doctor and nurses jumped as my life was renewed. I glanced around me and then ripped the needles from my arms. Then, with strength that came from a grace now known, I sat up and stood off the bed.


“Sir! Uhm . . . Mr. Stone!” The doctor’s voice was urgent, but I had other problems on my hand. I grabbed a set of clothes and stepped into the bathroom to change. I jerked off the gown and jumped as I looked in the mirror and saw that my left shoulder had nearly healed completely. A scar the shape of a cross took its place and I smiled at the now forever reminder of the Man who saved my life. A new joy ran through my veins as I finished dressing. I stepped out of the bathroom and ran into Law.


“Merrick!” He used my first name. “You, you’re . . .”


“Yes, I know.” I smiled at him as I placed my hand on his shoulder. “I’ll tell you about it later. But as for right now, we need to leave.”


“Law, Kairyn is gone . . . Merrick . . .” Kayne’s voice faded. “You, you’re  . . . up.”


“Yes, now please, we need to leave. Kairyn took off with your keys and she and Caleb are headed to find Turner.” I explained; each of them in shock. They looked as if they’d seen a ghost.


Law shook his head. “Wait, how did you know-”


“Mr. Stone, please, you need your rest.” The doctor ordered. I turned to him and gave him my best intimidating smile.


“Sir, I assure you, after five days, I am most rested. You have been a great help to me and I’d hate for you to find yourself crawling off the floor because you stopped me from saving the woman I love. If you don’t mind, I’ll be checking out now. ” The doctor stood frozen and then with a simple, confused nod of the head, he quickly walked out of the room; the nurses followed. I assumed he was going to sign me out.


I turned to my team mates and clasped them both on the shoulder. “Come on men, I have a young lady to save.” As I turned and exited the room, a smile crept on my face along with the soothing presence of a savior who knows each of the stars, and me, by name. “I’m coming, Kairyn.”

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