Bound to my Enemy-Chapter 60.

The moment he gets closer, I know.

Not because of his face. Not even because of the way he’s looking at me.

It’s the feeling and that scent of his, it’s been printed into my brain since the incident happened. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The one that crawls up my spine and settles in my chest. The one that doesn’t care that years have passed or that I’ve told myself it was over and they won’t get me again. The one that shows up in my dreams, leaves me waking up breathless, skin damp, heart racing.

It’s him.

I feel it before I fully accept it, but once the thought forms, I can’t shake it.

My grip tightens on my glass so much that I’m scared it might break. I force my shoulders to stay loose,l don’t step back from him and I don’t react. I’ve learned how to do this. Learned how to look calm while my body is already preparing to run.

He stops right in front of me

Up close, he looks older now, broader than before too.. His eyes move over me in a way that makes my stomach turn and my skin crawl, like he’s already decided something and my opinion won’t matter.

"You seem interested" he asks.

No hello, no lead-in. Just that.

My mouth goes dry.

Before I can answer, Claire touches my arm. "I need to use the Bathroom," she says quickly, already backing away. "Be right back."

And then she’s gone leaving me alone with this this vile creature.

I swallow and look back at him. "No, I’m not " I say. "I’m just looking around.

"That’s not what you’re doing," he says.

"I am," I reply, keeping my voice even. "I’m not interested."

I start to turn away.

His hand catches into my hair, grabbing it hard.

The pain is sharp and immediate. My head jerks back before I can stop it, my heart slamming widely against my ribs.

"Don’t, I fucking said I’m not interested." I say, louder now.

He doesn’t listen.

He pulls me toward him, his face too close, breath heavy with alcohol and his mouth on mine before I can react. I push hard at his chest, twist ing my head, trying to pull free, but his grip tightens instead. My dress rides up as his hand moves into and panic floods my system, fast and overwhelming.

Then everything changes, his weight on me is lifted. There’s a blur of movement. A sudden release, then his grip disappears.

The man stumbles back with a sound halfway between surprise and pain, hitting the floor hard

I turn and Zane is standing there.

His face is nothing like I’ve ever seen it before. No control or restraint. Just pure adultered anger. His jaw is clenched so tightly it looks like it might crack

He grabs the man by the collar and yanks him up like he weighs nothing.

"You do not ever touch my wife," Zane says.

His fist connects with his face once. Then again and again and again.

The man tries to cover his face, tries to speak, it doesn’t matter. Zane doesn’t stop.

People are backing away now. Someone shouts and someone else calls for security.

I watch it happen like I’m outside my body, an outside body experience. E

Then something in me snaps back into place when I realize if he doesn’t stop hitting him the man might die, not that I care about the man dying, it’s just him dying might bring police and investigations into this and that would disrupt every plan I’ve made so far to exact my revenge.

"Zane," I say moving close to him.

He doesn’t hear me so I grab his arm.

"Zane," I say again, louder, fingers digging into his sleeve.

He swings once more, then freezes.

His chest is heaving. His hand is still raised to land another punch .

I step closer, forcing myself into his space. "Stop," I say. "Please."

For a second, I think he won’t

Then he drops the man and steps back, breathing hard, eyes still locked on him like he’s deciding whether to finish it anyway

Security rushes in. Someone pulls the man away. Someone else is talking too fast, asking questions I can’t focus on, they all stop when they see Zane though, for whatever reason that is I don’t catalog it now.

Zane turns to me.

"Are you hurt" he asks, voice low, tight.

I shake my head even though my hands are still trembling.

He looks at my hair, my dress, my face, like he’s cataloguing every detail. His jaw tightens again, but this time he doesn’t move.

He places himself slightly in front of me without thinking, blocking the room.

"Let’s go," he says.

He doesn’t say a word before he moves.

One second I’m standing there trying to get my breathing under control, the next his arm is around my back and under my knees and I’m being lifted clean off the floor. I don’t protest. My body just gives in, heavy with the aftershock of everything that just happened.

"Thomas," Zane calls out when we get to the car.

The car door is already open.

The world blurs as I’m lowered into the back seat, leather cool against my skin. Zane gets in after me, shutting the door with a hard thud. The engine roars to life immediately, tires biting into the road as Thomas pulls away fast enough to press me back into the seat.

The city lights streak past the window. My chest tightens. I try to swallow it down like I always do, but this time it doesn’t stay put.

The tears come anyway.

Quiet at first. Just heat behind my eyes, pressure building until I can’t hold it back anymore. I turn toward the window, angling my body away from Zane, tucking my chin down so he won’t see my face fold in on itself.

I refuse to let him see me like this.

The thoughts hit all at once. Not just tonight, everything else. things I don’t let myself think about unless I absolutely have to. My throat burns and my hands curl into fists in my laps

Then something brushes my fingers.

I look down.

Zane is holding out a black handkerchief.

I stare at it for a second before taking it. "You better not have blown your nose on this," I mutter, dabbing it under my eyes.

"I haven’t," he says.

"Good." I reply

" But I masturbated on it this morning."