ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 51: ★Kitten★

Chapter 51: ★Kitten★

~Chapter 51~

I retied my bun back into place. It was just a few minutes before my shift ended, and I couldn’t wait to escape the confines of the cafe.

My shift had been as peaceful as it usually was, with the soft conversation and the occasional sounds of cups and silverware.

But, as always, there were the occasional rude and inconsiderate people who seemed to take pleasure in making my life more difficult. It was just part of the job, I reminded myself.

But what wasn’t part of the job was the lingering image of those piercing blue eyes that seemed to haunt me every working moment.

The two men in suits had left the moment they finished their coffee, but the memory of their visit remained etched in my mind like a scar.

He - the blue-eyed one - had kept giving me glances throughout their stay, and I had caught every single one of them. Which meant, I realized with a flush, that I had been giving him glances too.

I couldn’t explain why, but there was something about him that drew me in, like a moth to a flame.

His eyes see right through me, to the very soul of me, and yet, I couldn’t look away.

The stupid flush rose again on my face, refusing to be extinguished. I hastily pressed my palms to my face, trying to physically suppress the blush.

But it only seemed to grow more intense, signaling my embarrassment to the world.

"Are you okay,"John’s sudden appearance at my side startled me, and I jerked my hands away from my face.

"Why do you look red."he asked, his brow furrowed in concern as he eyed me with curiosity and amusement.

"Hahaha" I forced a laugh, playing it cool. "I-im good," I patting my face in a futile attempt to urge the blush to die down.

My skin felt like it was on fire, and I could sense John’s eyes on me, scrutinizing me.

John looked at me wryly, his expression a clear indication that he sensed something was up. But he didn’t push the issue, deciding that discretion was the better part of valor.

Instead, he just nodded, saying"Well, your shift is about to end, so you can start packing up," he patted me on the shoulder in a reassuring gesture before continuing on his way, leaving me.

I methodically cleaned over the tables, wiping down the surfaces with a damp cloth and arranging the chairs into their neat, orderly positions.

As I worked, I kept an eye on the clock, waiting for my shift to officially end.

Finally, the moment arrived, and I walked to the back door, calling out a goodbye to John as I went.

"See you tomorrow, Katya!" he replied and I smiled, waving before picking up the worn, faded bag that Aria had given me.

Strapping the bag over my shoulder as I walked out of the cafe and into the evening air.

The march back to Aria and Frank’s place was a familiar one, the route etched into my memory.

My feet carried me along the sidewalk, my mind turning to the tasks ahead. I still had about an hour to get ready for my second job, and I wanted to make some food for Aria and Frank, so they’d have something to eat when they came home from work.

The cafe was about fifteen minutes’ walk from the apartment, so it wasn’t long before I reached my destination.

Climbing up the stairs, my legs aching slightly from the long day on my feet. I reached the door before fishing out the spare key

I pulled out the spare key that Aria had given me and inserted it into the lock and turned it, pushing open the door, which winced in protest.

We had managed to self-repair the door after those men had broken it down, but it still didn’t open and close as smoothly as it used to.

I stepped into the room, taking in the cozy living room with its worn furniture and the kitchenette off to one side.

But my gaze got drawn to a small piece of paper lying just inside the door, its white surface standing out against the scuffed floorboards.

Weird, frowning. I was the last one to leave the home, and I was damned sure that neither Aria nor Frank had gotten off work yet.

Slowly, I bent to pick up the paper, my heart beating just a little bit faster and as I turned it over, I saw that it had a neat handwriting scrawled across its surface.

My gut tightened.The moment I read what was written on the paper, my head spun, and my vision blurred. "You can run but you can’t hide, kitten," the note read.

Quickly, I looked around the room again, this time searching for any signs of disturbance or intrusion.

But everything seemed perfectly normal. It was as if the note had just... appeared.

Feeling like I’d been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me as I stared at the paper in my hand.

The words taunting me with their menacing tone. I tried to process what I was reading, when I finally thought life was going good....no..no

A cold sweat broke out on my forehead the more I thought about the implications.Was it Mr. Salvatore? But that didn’t seem right.

He didn’t call me "kitten." Or did he? I racked my brain, trying to remember if he’d ever used that term before. But I was sure he hadn’t.

My breathing picked up, panic setting in, realizing that someone had been in our apartment.

Someone who knew me, who knew where I escaped too and lives

I fell to the floor, the paper still clutched in my hand, as I read the words again and again. What was I going to do? Should I run? But where would I go? And who would I turn to for help?

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