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Chapter 2 BROOKLYN BRIDGE, 8PM

Word Count: 1790    |    Released on: 03/05/2025

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h each step sinking her heart deeper, she c

*******

west of the hospital, but A

alked to the next bui

shadows cast by the building, peeking a

w there was a chance Mr Walton would gues

ster was discharged from the hospital and th

her home address or any other info on the

with her phone numbe

t was 8pm

yce to come revving up the entrance o

homas Walton wasn't that unbeatable

ne chim

WILSON. I DON

ed the fear aside. All she had to do was wear him ou

for 'his property' at the ever-busy Brooklyn bri

ver be randomly beckoned on by Thomas Walt

red the cool evening breeze b

d be alright, i

s Wi

lack suit called

e turned her head sharpl

t the table outside this restaurant for the past 10 minute

d shady but couldn't

how do you know my name?"

you come with me

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she expect from the most

h a tiny red light on his right e

s Walton would be the one to d

uttered, "n...no, tell him

d that was all it took t

the hospital and the restaurant and r

o the dark narrow streets, with the hefty fig

her chest felt like it would explod

hide but all she could see were talk

away from the busy streets into the lone

p her arm and she just knew

hief over her nose and mouth; her

and her limbs went numb, no lo

is deep baritone voice as the fig

n on Amy as her ey

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she tried to adjust them to

where this place was- was she in

did she

ages came flooding in; hospital

ghost and sat up quick as she

aw him: he

side the bed, a glass of champagne in

r with that icy glar

ewhat steely edge to it and she wondered if

ught red-handed,

r hands in her laps, eager

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saw he had a grave e

1 to 10, how

idened. "Excuse me

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d you couldn't understand how much so

she was the most amusi

s this girl,

at to the bed, edgin

nd intense, was

painting her cheeks a rosy hue. Her breath hitched

even c

y the soft light,

h thin, every second

ouch her, but to rest on on t

her palms felt suddenly damp, and she s

w. She could feel the warm

of something woody and fresh, fil

t, like a wild bird trapped in her chest, be

r this. Amy star

g looking at m

ht, inching slowly away from him until h

e next option was to jum

cupping her chin in his pal

head upwards a

closer his lips wou

eel beads of sweat trickling d

wn away from me again." he whispered the words slo

ruptly, he

a smug look on his face an

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ld green eyes joine

the reading, an accomp

eated an account four times, Wilson. Ev

ok was back on

ace was

e wanted with her so she could get o

nt fast, Mr Walton.

and in a split second tha

ou wish, Miss Wilson. Now how a

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