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MINE TO HOLD
CYNTHIA EDEN
This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are not intentional
and are purely the result of coincidence. The characters, places, and events in this story are fictional.
Published by Cynthia Eden at Smashwords.
Copyright ©2013 by Cynthia Eden
All rights reserved.
Cover art and design by: Pickyme/Patricia Schmitt
Proof-reading by: JRT Editing
Prologue
The gun pressed into the center of Claire Kramer’s forehead. She didn’t move, not an
inch, too afraid to even breathe as she knelt in the middle of the old, rickety wooden
dock.
It was her grandfather’s dock. Her grandfather’s fishing cabin. Her haven.
She should have been safe there. Instead, it seemed she was about to die there.
“Why did you leave me, Claire?” Ethan Harrison asked her as he held that gun to her
head. “Why?”
Her gaze darted to the right. His bright, red sports car gleamed in the nearby parking
lot, sticking out like a sore thumb.
Please, please, someone notice that car. You have to see it. But there just weren’t any
people out then. No one was there to help her. If someone would just pull into the lot. If
someone would just come—
“I love you, Claire,” Ethan whispered, his voice actually sounding sad as he stared
down at her with his soulful green gaze. “You know that.”
Claire was sixteen, but she still knew that love didn’t involve a gun. It also didn’t
involve hitting, punching, hurting. Her parents had wanted her away from Ethan. She’d
wanted away from him.
But in Alabama, escaping from a Harrison wasn’t exactly easy. The cops hadn’t
believed her story about Ethan’s attacks. His daddy was a state senator. Ethan was old
money. Power.
And she…she was the girl kneeling on the dock, with a gun to her head.
My family believed me. She’d been trying to get her parents on the phone just
moments before Ethan had surprised her. He shouldn’t have been able to find her. Only
her parents, her sister, and her grandfather knew she was at the little cabin on the water.
“Why did you leave?” Not a whisper this time, but a bellow.
Claire flinched. Her hands were twisted behind her, her fingers fisted, and her nails
sank deep into her own palms. “I-it was over, Ethan. You said you-you didn’t want me
anymore.”
The sunlight glinted off his blond hair. “I will always want you, Claire.” Ethan never
eased his grip on the gun. “You’re my one and only.”
My one and only.
“You shouldn’t have run. Never run again, understand? Because I can find you
anywhere, Claire.”
A tear leaked down her cheek. “Don’t hurt me.” She was begging. She knew it.
“Please, don’t. Please.”
He smiled. Once, that wide grin had made her heart melt in her chest. Now it just
made her body ice with fear.
“I like it when you beg me, Claire.”
She knew he did.
She also knew that he liked to hurt her.
This isn’t the way love is supposed to be.
She’d seen her parents together. Her dad loved her mother so much. He would never
hurt her mom. But Ethan wasn’t like Claire’s father.
Claire still had the bruises from Ethan’s last attack on her skin.
Ethan exhaled slowly. “Begging won’t work this time. You shouldn’t have left. You
knew that you belonged to me.”
No, I don’t. Claire shook her head.
His handsome face twisted with fury. “You’re mine!”
And he pulled the trigger.
Claire screamed. The frantic cry burst from her throat as her eyes instinctively
squeezed shut. She knew that she was dead. She’d never see her parents again. Never
see her sister, Sara. She’d never do anything but—
He was laughing at her.
I’m still alive.
Her eyes opened. More tears coursed down her cheeks.
“Oh, Claire, I forgot to mention…I already used the bullets that were in this gun.”
The chill on her skin got worse. So much worse.
He glanced toward the phone that had fallen from her fingers when he’d surprised her
before. The phone sat on the edge of the dock. “You were trying to call your parents,
right? Sorry, sweetheart, but they’ll never be answering you again.”
I already used the bullets that were in this gun.
He pulled the gun away from her head. Numb, she could only kneel there and gaze
helplessly up at him.
Ethan tucked the gun into the back of his jeans. Then his head tilted to the right as he
studied her. His hair fell loosely over his forehead. The good-looking college boy. The
heart breaker. “You have a choice,” he told her flatly as that good-looking veneer twisted
with rage. “You can be mine, or you can be dead. Because I swear… you will never leave
me for another.”
She hadn’t been leaving him for another boy. She’d been afraid of him, and she’d fled.
For her own survival. “I-I didn’t—”
Claire couldn’t say any more. His hands were at her throat. Squeezing so tightly. “Mine
or dead, Claire. Mine. Or. Dead.”
Her fingers flew up. Her nails clawed at his skin.
He jerked her, twisting her body, and hauling her down the dock with his fierce grip on
her throat.
He was going to take her away. This was the end for her. No matter how hard she
fought, Claire couldn’t break free. Her throat hurt so much—
A gunshot rang out. The bullet sank into Ethan’s thigh, just a few inches away from
Claire’s face. Blood sprayed onto her.
Ethan screamed and he let her go.
Claire jumped to her feet. She ran for the end of the dock even as Ethan bellowed her
name. She didn’t stop. Faster, faster.
Then she saw them. Men in uniform who were coming from the woods near the small
parking lot. Their badges gleamed. They had their weapons out.
“Keep my boy alive!” That shout, it was familiar. Her gaze whipped to the left, and
she saw Senator Colby Harrison standing behind a uniformed officer—that officer had a
rifle in his hands.
“Claire, it’s okay now.” The sheriff came toward her. Jim Brady’s face was lined with
concern. “We’ve got you.”
Jim hadn’t believed her when she’d tried to press charges against Ethan. But…but the
deputies were all there. They all had to believe her now.
I already used the bullets…
Claire grabbed Sheriff Brady’s shirt-front, clenching it beneath her fists. “My…my
parents…”
Other deputies rushed past her. They raced toward the dock. Toward a still-screaming
Ethan.
Sorrow flashed on Sheriff Brady’s face. “Claire, I’m so sorry…”
No, no. Her body started shaking. “I-I need to call my mom.”
Sheriff Brady shook his head.
“I have to call my mom!” Now she was screaming.
Sheriff Brady wrapped his arms around her. “They’re gone, Claire. He…he got to them
first.”
And at that moment, Claire broke.

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