Unhinged

Unhinged CHELLE ROSE Unhinged © 2023 by Chelle Rose All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Warning: the unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in prison and a fine of $250,000. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual person, living or dead,, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. This book is intended for a mature audience 18+. Printed in the United States of America Cover by: Ctrl.Alt.Publish Edited by: Shel’s Editing Services This book is dedicated to Jennifer. She started reading this book at the very last chapter. Don’t be a Jennifer. You only hurt yourself when you don’t start on page one, you fucking beautiful psycho. Seriously, if you want to start at the end go right ahead. It’s not how I intended it to be read, but do you boo. Contents Trigger Warnings 1. Chapter One 2. Chapter Two 3. Chapter Three 4. Chapter Four 5. Chapter Five 6. Chapter Six 7. Chapter Seven 8. Chapter Eight 9. Chapter Nine 10. Chapter Ten 11. Chapter Eleven 12. Chapter Twelve 13. Chapter Thirteen 14. Chapter Fourteen 15. Chapter Fifteen 16. Chapter Sixteen 17. Chapter Seventeen 18. Chapter Eighteen 19. Chapter Nineteen 20. Chapter Twenty 21. Chapter Twenty-One 22. Chapter Twenty-Two 23. Chapter Twenty-Three 24. Chapter Twenty-Four 25. Chapter Twenty-Five 26. Chapter Twenty-Six 27. Chapter Twenty-Seven 28. Chapter Twenty-Eight 29. Chapter Twenty-Nine 30. Chapter Thirty 31. Chapter Thirty-One 32. Chapter Thirty-Two 33. Chapter Thirty-Three 34. Chapter Thirty-Four 35. Chapter Thirty-Five 36. Chapter Thirty-Six 37. Chapter Thirty-Seven 38. Chapter Thirty-Eight 39. Chapter Thirty-Nine Unchained Blurb: A Note from the Author Acknowledgments Trigger Warnings *Sexual Trauma *Childhood SA (Flashbacks) *Kidnapping *Murder (There are some graphic scenes) *Graphic Sexual Situations *Assault *Non Consensual Scenes *Knife Play *Light Blood Play *Human Trafficking *Suicidal Ideations Chapter One STALKER stalk·ing: the act or crime of willfully and repeatedly following or harassing another person in circumstances that would cause a reasonable person to fear injury or death, especially because of express or implied threats. The sheer curtains in her bedroom window blow in the light breeze. Her blonde hair hangs down, almost touching her ass. Reaching down, she grabs the hem of her shirt on both sides, lifting it over her head. I stand across the street, watching the most exquisite woman in the world. I’ve been watching her, but she has no clue. You’d think an assassin would have killer instincts and sense me a mile away. I chuckle to myself—killer instincts. When I first started watching her, it was sporadic. Something happened along the way, and the more I saw her, the more I wanted her. Have you ever had an itch on your back you couldn't get to? It drives you crazy until you finally get relief. That's her. Mia Esposito is the itch I cannot fucking scratch. Her back is to me, so I can’t see her tits, but I have before. Fucking phenomenal. That image is burned into my brain. I let out a small groan as she eases her jeans down her full hips and sweet thighs. Mia lives in the middle of nowhere, so she’s not worried about someone happening by. She’s right. This isn't a random coincidence. Music pours from her bedroom window as she shakes her hips. I pull myself out of my jeans, which have become so tight it's uncomfortable. Stroking myself in a slow, steady motion, I watch her gyrate her hips and sing along to Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie. What if she catches me? That’s a thought any sane person would have. After all, I am standing on the ground outside her house with my dick in my hand. If she glanced out the window, she might notice me. I’m not sane. Not even close. If she catches me, I’ll enact my plan sooner rather than later. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to have my pretty little kitten crawling for me tonight. In my fantasy, she crawls and begs for me. The reality is she'd try to kill me. Mia is unlike any other woman in the world. She’s an assassin, for Christ’s sake. Not only dangerous but fucking lethal. This will not go down without a fight. A struggle will ensue. There will be blood, mine and hers. The best part…ah yes, the way her fucking green eyes glow when she’s pissed, like a sweet little kitten. As she gets dressed, I put myself back together and drive away. I’ll see you soon, baby. She’s going to Xander’s bar, The On-Call Room, where she goes every Friday night. Xander is a friend of her brothers and a doctor who owns the bar across the street from the hospital. During the day, it’s a local hangout for doctors. Over the years, it has turned into a college hangout at night. Mia isn’t in college, but some of her friends are since she’s only twenty-one. That’s another reason I should stay away from her, but I won’t. I can’t. Mia is like a compulsion in my blood, controlling my every thought. When she's not within my eyesight, she's on my mind. She's the fix I cannot do without. Every smile, sway of her hips, and even how she pushes her hair behind her back draws me