Chained by Fate

Chapter One

Neveah readjusted herself on the hard wooden bench ,her hands shook with repressed anxiety with a slight twinge of anger and hatred. Her older brother,Andrew,had been brutally murdered on his thirtieth birthday by having a metallic bat bashed into his skull. No one had the specifics on what had happened,only that he had been at some high end club called Synergy when two masked men walked in and headed for him and his boss,he had lost his life protecting him. Andrew had worked as a security detail for over five years after he had given up his job as a gym trainer.No one had understood why he did it, but Neveah understood his brother's need for thrill and adrenaline. And now he had been killed and none of his so called friends and workmates had even gone to his burial let alone his trials.

The two suspects that had been caught now stood at the dock,their eyes empty and their demeanor completely calm. It didn't make sense,according to the lawyer that she has struggled to pay and hire, some huge breakthrough has been made, and the two were sure to be sentences for life, but they didn't seem intimidated. Not when the shirt sticky man named Smithson,her lawyer,stood up to ask questions and show pictures and DNA tests that had been carried out after the masks that had been used were found and they tied the two to the incident. From what she has learned,the men were Russian and had broken laws in so many states that they were deported and were to serve time in their country.

Neveah knew she was being cynical, but she wanted them to suffer the same fate as her brother who had been in agonizing pain the last few moments of his life and she hated them for it.
Everything felt like white noise as the judge read their sentence and her lawyer's word sounded as if she was underwater as he came to congratulate her in getting the justice she was desperately looking for. The walk towards the cemetery where her brother had been buried right next to his mother seemed kind of short.As she sat in front of their graves, loneliness hit her like a freight train and the numbness that had taken over quickly washed away leaving her a crying and sobbing mess. She had lost the last person she could wholeheartedly count on. She was twenty-five and alone and her life felt like it was on the very verge of ending.

She couldn't do it anymore it was too much for one person to handle all that had been thrown to her. And she had never once lied or tried to prove that she was strong or that she could persevere whatever life could throw her way.She was just so tired. The last thought had her laying down and curling up on her brother's grave .

The sun was now mostly hidden in the horizon, and a slight chill passed over her body making her shiver and curl more into herself. She wanted to get up and leave, but her body felt like it was being weighed down by lead. Leaves rustling behind her had her whole body tense for a second, before she relaxed again and smile formed on her lips. She was going to die. She was going to be killed right there where her brother and mother rested ,she could finally get to see them again. And even if the afterlife did not exist,she could trade it for the numbness and the darkness that came with death.The footsteps stopped right by her head making Neveah to close her eyes and wait for the inevitable.

"Aren't you scared?"

The voice was deep and husky,the words almost an angry growl, and for a second,Neveah was confused.
" I take it you are here to kill me? If so, make it quick."

A second passed before Neveah felt movement beside her and suddenly her sense of smell got bombarded with cinnamon and something leathery.

"I love the smell of cinnamon."
The words were almost whispered by Neveah,when what felt like gloved hands trailed from the side of her neck to the lids of her closed eyes. The feel of the leather was almost surreal against her skin and for a second,she nuzzled the hand.

"You love the smell of cinnamon?"
His voice sounded confused as his hands trailed into her curls that were most probably frizzled from the cold.

"You smell like cinnamon. It reminds me of the snow and cold winter mornings during Christmas.Drew always made me a nice chocolate drink with a bit of cinnamon in it."
Her words trailed off as those very same fingers grabbed a chunk of her hair and used it as leverage to lift her head up .

"Open your eyes !" His voice sounded gruffer than before and due to the sudden jerky movements, Neveah popped her eyes open.
Dark eyes that seemed to look right into her soul were the first thing she noticed . A head covered by a mass of inky black hair that spilled onto the tanned skin of his forehead gave him an almost mysterious look ,paired together by the dark suit that clung onto his muscles in the best way possible. Tattoos could be seen trailing down the his neck and disappearing into his clothes. He looked like sin and lust wrapped together.

" Are you going to give me a quick death?"

Her voice sounded raspy from all the crying she had been doing and from her head being held back causing her throat to be strained.
His fingers lost some of the tension and her scalp tingled from the mostly rough move.

" I want you to go back home. And no, I am not here to take away your life little dove.You should also know that death would have been the least horrific thing to have happened to you if you did indeed find someone that is out to get you. You would have been sold, raped,between halfway through death and left here in anguish."

Neveah looked at him,her eyes zeroed in on those pink lips that left her insides stirring as the man in question ranted to her about her safety.
" Can I kiss you?" The words almost seemed to have left her mouth before she gave too much thought into it.
A smile almost escaped by the baffled look that the man was having,but all that changed in a matter of seconds

The fingers that had loosened before became tight again,before he swooped in and captured her lips in a searing kiss. A pathetic whimper escaped her throat making him even more feral with the kiss. It felt like he physically needed her at that point. And as skewed as it sounded,she liked that power,it showed she was at least in control of one blasted thing in her stupid life.
She was making out with a stranger in a cemetery,and she waited for that thought to make her pull away,but when his hands left her hair and one went around her throat,she felt the words die in her throat.

All too soon, he pulled away, his eyes hooded with lust making him so much more desirable.

"Go home!"
Those were the last words uttered by him, before he pushed himself on his feet,and the shadows around the now mostly dark place swallowed his presence as he walked away from her.
Something had shifted dee within Neveah,the chasm that had felt so great not less than four hours ago was at least fed by curiosity.Death didn't seem as interesting as that stranger.