Page 108 of Moros

When I turned myself back to what was happening directly in front of me, it was to find Khadri tossing Paul into the bed of his truck and bringing the cover down over it.

“Come along, Shorty.” He called, wrapping an arm around my hips. “We’re going to end this.”

Exhaling, I nodded, wrapped an arm around Pasha’s hips and walked her to the truck. After helping her into the front passenger seat, I got into the back and pulled on my seatbelt.

“You should be sitting in the front.” Pasha complained again.

“I’m fine.” I told her. “After what you’ve been through, I think you need the legroom. I get the big lug all to myself tonight.”

“Ladies.” Khadri laughed. “I’m right here.”

“Kinda hard to miss that, ya big lug.” Pasha teased.

“See what you started?” Khadri asked twisting in his seat.

I smirked.

“How are you feeling, Pash?” I asked.

Her bruises were healing nicely, but her hair was a mess and her make up was all wrong.

“Tired.” She replied. “Hungry—I would kill for a shower.”

“Want me to drop you home first?” Khadri asked, starting the ignition.

“Aww, hell no, Phi!” Pasha exclaimed. “I’m seeing this to the end.”

Khadri didn’t argue and I understood why. No one liked unfinished business and I was pretty sure Pasha would have been of more help to Khadri in a fight than I would be.

Slipping into silence, I stared out the window, not sure where he was taking us until we pulled into the lot of the same place we’d gone to get the first idiot to talk.

Soon, Paul was in a chair, but I was in the room, sitting on a chair with the gun on the chair between my thighs.

Exhaling, I thought back to the days when I wasn’t a gun person. The thought of having one close was enough to cause me to have an anxiety attack. But this man and his bullshit had thrust me into a world where it was either adapt or die.

And now, as I stared at him, I wanted nothing more than to put a bullet between his eyes.

“You were responsible for the false information out there about me.” I spoke. “The idea I was dead, the foster system not finding my grandparents, weren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because in order for my plan to work,” Paul replied. “You had to be dead.”

“Tell me about my parents.” I told him, my voice low, cold.

“I have nothing to say to you on that subject.” He told me.

He was toying with me. He knew not knowing hurt me and he smirked as he refused to give me what I wanted.

His mistake is thinking I was the same weak woman who he pushed along this path. He didn’t think I was capable of change—and not change for good.

“Moros.”

“Mm, Baby?”

“If he’s screaming here,” I said. “Can anyone hear him?”