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?


24. Chapter Twenty-Three



My head felt like a swirling carnival ride. The room kept spinning and my vision was far from clear. I tried remembering the last few days, but nothing came to. My chest feels like it’s been sent through a pressurized cooker. It was tight and I could hardly breathe without groaning through the pain. What had happened?


“Nurse!” I heard someone yell. Law, maybe? I tried opening my eyes but I was so weak. Where had all my strength gone?


“Has he opened his eyes?” Another person asked; Agent Capoom, no doubt.


“Not that I know of, he has been groaning an awful lot though and his forehead boiling with sweat.” Law’s comment was so loud but he was barely above a whisper, or so I thought.


I tried opening my eyes again but nothing came. I wanted to move but nothing would move. I wanted to speak but not even my mouth would work. What was wrong with me?


“His fever has risen. If we don’t wake him soon, he may slip into a coma. We need to get him to ICU.” The voice was calm but urgent.


A coma? But I can hear them. I wanted to yell, but I wasn’t in control. A coma? No, I refuse to believe that; I’m too stubborn to let my body go into a ‘deep sleep’.

A few hours go by and I awake from an actual sleep. I try to move again but nothing happens. My head starts pounding and my shoulder starts burning. I’ve heard of horror stories about coma patients but never ones like this. What was happening to me?


Suddenly, a sharp pain ignites in my chest. I try to yell but again, my body is out my control.  The sensation heightens and soon, I go unconscious.






We were a few short hours away from the agency. I made sure Kota kept me up on where we were. I was honestly surprised that he agreed so easily to take me to him. My heart raced. I would finally get to see him, hopefully whole and healed.


The car we ‘stole’, and by that I mean bought without permission- Kota left a large check in the mail box of the house we took it from- was nice and even had heated seats. The stereo was on low and playing a soothing song. It calmed my nerves a bit but I was still on edge.


A phone went off and I jumped. “It’s just my phone.” Kota coaxed. He takes the phone out of one of his front pockets and answers. “This is Kayne.” A few moments go by and Kota nods, then says, “I understand.” He glances at me then averts his eyes. “What about the girl?” Another pause, and then, “I see . . . yes sir. I understand sir . . . of course . . . just . . . just keep him alive.”


He hung up the phone and set it in the cup holder of the car. “Keep who alive?” I tried to say but it came out soft and whispered. He gave me a look then averted his eyes to the road. “Kota, who are they trying to keep alive?” My voice was a ghost.


He remained calm and collected, is eyes still glued to the road. “Merrick was resting this morning and his vitals peeked. They tried stabilizing him but he couldn’t hold out on the chemicals with so much blood loss.” He swallowed hard and his jaw tightened.


“Kota . . .” I tried but my voice cracked.


“He . . . Uhm . . .” He cleared his throat and glanced out his side window. “He went into a coma.”


The words didn’t make sense. I tried to comprehend them but they were a jumbled mess in my over stressed brain. “Coma?” I stuttered, and then fell back against the seat. Kota grabbed my left hand to try to comfort me, but I felt numb.


“He’s alive though, Kairyn. Coma doesn’t mean death, it just means . . .” his voice faded out. I glanced out my window searching for the stars. Instead, a rain drop hit the glass, then another, and another. Soon Kota turned on the windshield wipers and the car slowed a bit. I let go of his hand and brought it up to my mouth as a small cry tried to escape. My stomach churned and my heart was in pain. I wanted to scream and shout but all that came out were silent tears. I was terrified for my Merrick.






I sat in the waiting room. I should have left her a note, or at least given her a call, but we were in such a hurry. I wanted to stay with my sister, but Law and Kayne thought taking me to the agency would be a better suit. It would be easier to keep an eye on me. I was in deep this time. The big leagues were intense and this wasn’t a small grade change in the school system or a small lights out at a basketball game. This was the majors, the federal government, and I had been caught red-handed. I would be going to prison. It was inevitable.


“Hey.” Law interrupted my thoughts. I glanced up at him and gave a small nod. “I just got off the phone with Kayne to let him know which hospital we are at. He and Kairyn should be here soon.” I glanced up at the clock and held back a yawn. It would be morning soon. “Look,” his tone was authoritative, “I don’t like you. The word hate would be an understatement on how I feel about you right now. You have brought so much pain to so many people and if it weren’t for you, my team would still be in Kuwait, on the beach, drinking margaritas and sleeping in on vacation, and Merrick wouldn’t be half dead. But,” he paused and took a deep breath, “if it weren’t’ for you, Kairyn would never know she had a brother . . . a slimy one at that, but still kin. Right now you are all she has. Her parents are in a safe house somewhere and she is going to need you to step it up and be there for her.” His finger that had been pointed at me was pressed against my chest. “Straighten up and wake up because you’re going to start trying to fix the mess you’ve made. Your sister needs you and it’s time you start acting like a man, not a college freshman.”


With that said, I gave him a nod and with a small chuckle and soft snort, I spoke. “Okay.”


“Good.” He gave a short nod. “I’m gonna go grab a bite. If they arrive before I return, let them know I’m in the cafeteria.”


“You got it.” I huffed out. As much as I hated to agree with him, he was right. It was time I started taking steps in the right direction. My sister needed me and I was not about to waste another bonding moment with her. I sat up, straightened up and smiled at her as she walked in the doors of the hospital.






My brother was an idiot, a bum, a coward, and a selfish jerk, but when I saw him standing there in the waiting room of the hospital, I wanted nothing but to be comforted by him. He embraced me and squeezed me tight as tears cascaded down my flushed cheeks.


“Hey,” he whispered as he ran a hand through my hair, “I’m here.” I squeezed him tighter and he did the same.


“I was afraid they hurt you,” I choked.


“Nah, I’m as well as well can be.” He pulled away and gave me a smile. “How are you?” he glanced at my right arm.


“As well as well can be.” I tried, but my voice cracked and the tears kept coming. He hugged me once more and gave me a reassuring squeeze.


“Where is Law?” Kota asked him.


“He is in the cafeteria.” Caleb pulled away from me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.


“I want to see Merrick.” I announced softly.


“I’ll take you to him.” Both Caleb and Kota spoke at the same time. Then, together the three of us walked out of the waiting room, as Caleb led the way, we walked through the hallways of the hospital and before I knew it, I was standing outside the room that my Merrick was in. Part of me wanted to run to his side, but the other part of me was afraid he wouldn’t be sleeping; his heart wouldn’t be beating, and I would never see his green eyes again.


Kota walked in first and a few minute later came out and gave me a small reassuring nod. “He’s . . . uh . . . alright. It’s safe to come in.” He gave me a solemn smile.


I walked in and my eyes immediately went to my blonde curly headed captivator. I was transfixed on the peacefulness of his state. He looked as if he were only sleeping. Was he? If he was would he pretend not to be? Would he fake another death and leave me to protect me? The thoughts caused more tears to spill over my eyes. I tried blinking them away as I neared him. He was hooked up to IV’s and needles spread throughout his body. I glanced up at Kota. “Uhm . . .” I paused to swallow my croak, “give us a minute?” He nodded and soon he and Caleb exited the room, closing the door.


I turned back to my Merrick and watched him intently. His breathing was normal and his vital signs on the screen seemed fine, but why was he in a coma? Had he hit his head when he fell from the bridge? I should have done more.


I walked over to him and sat in a chair next to the hospital bed. I took his hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Merrick . . .” I cried. “Please, you have to wake up, you have to be okay.” I brushed away the hair from his forehead. “I need you Merr-” I tried but a sob escaped my lips instead. I took a deep breath and breathed out slowly. “Merrick, if . . . if I never get to hear your voice again, then please hear mine.” I choked. “You are not a bad man. You have the sweetest heart of anyone I’ve ever known. You are not too long gone to be saved, Merrick. I know you never liked me talking about my faith to you, but you need to know this.” I bent over and kissed his forehead. Then in his ear I whispered, “Christ died for you, too, knowing fully the mistakes and choices you would make. If you’ll just let Him in, he’ll take all the hurt out.” I smiled as if I knew he heard me, and then pressed my forehead to his. “I love you more, Merrick Stone. I never told you before . . . but thank you, for saving my life that night.” A simple tear slipped from my cheek onto his. I wiped it away and stood. With one last squeeze of the hand, I turned and walked out of the room.


I walked past Kota and Caleb, ignoring their words and questions. I needed time to myself. I needed to do something I haven’t done in a while. I needed to fight this war with prayer. The enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy, but I won’t let him take my joy. Merrick is important to me, therefore I know he is important to God. You will fight for me, Lord; all I need is to be still.

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