"KEZIAH"
(Untouchable #1)
K.E. Taylor
Lee Taylor
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My grandmother had one dying wish... for me to return home.
Sounded simple enough, right?
However, I did have one problem. I didn't know where home was. All I had was a phone number, and a name.
Making that one phone call threw me into a world I never knew existed, into a marriage I never wanted... but I did what I had to do to survive.
My name was Keziah Costello, I had just turned eighteen... and I was the lost Mafia Princess.
[First draft. Unedited. Subject to change.]
I back up until my back hits the wall. I was shaking from fear, but the fear wasn't for myself, it was for the drunk sleaze before me.
"Please... don't touch me." I beg, my voice barely carrying over the music. I wasn't scared for myself, I was scared for him.
I tried again, "If you touch me, you'll die... They always die." I made sure to hold his gaze, my eyes begging him to see the truth. He doesn't. Instead he throws his head back and laughs.
"Nyx doesn't give a shit about you... If he did, you wouldn't be alone without your guards." He brings his hand up to my face, his finger gently stroking down my cheek before he grabs my chin roughly, tilting my face up to his.
"I'm sorry." I whisper, before he slams his lips against mine. I clamp my mouth closed, refusing him any kind of entry. He pulls back punching me hard across my face, white hot pain exploding behind my eye.
"Stupid little whore, you really think he cares about you, don't you?" He spits, before throwing me to the ground, "I'm going to enjoy breaking you." I turn onto my stomach, trying to crawl away from him as he roughly pushes me back down to the floor, his weight preventing my escape.
"Get. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off. My. Wife." I turn my head and see Nyx. His eyes are blazing, completely frozen on the man pinning me to the ground.
"Wife?"
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