Page 70 of Lessons In Grey
“Make me,” I snapped.
He smiled, but there was nothing kind about it. “Fine.” He snatched them off too quickly for me to avoid it, yet he didn’t hurt me in the slightest. Fuck his father and Uncle for teaching him thatbullshit.
My eyes fell to his chin as he took in what sat before him. My left eye was so dark purple that even under all of the bullshit I had put on to try and cover it up, he could still see the discoloration.
His eyes were so cold, my skin shuddered. There was nothing of the man that had held me in the halls, folding paper roses for me every day this last month. “Why didn’t you call me? I trusted you to call me.”
I had every single rose he had ever made me tucked in a jar under my bed. Every single one.
“And I told you not to do that,” I replied icily. “I told you to leave me alone. I told you it wasn’t fucking worth it.”
He stood only to lean over, gazing at me intensely. “Don’t use such fowl language with me unless some part of me is in some part of you, Snowflake,” he purred.
My breath caught.
He straightened. “This is what I’m going to do. I’m going to take my gun, walk through your front door, and put a bullet intothe heads of anyone in that house. Jordan deserves a much more painful death than that, but I don’t have the self-restraint to take my time. It’s new, this…uncontrolled rage, so I’d be careful about the next words that come out of anyone’s mouth.”
Ash turned to me, her eyes hardening. “Emily.”
My insides were twisting at his threat. “Look at you, so unafraid of getting caught. Those people are the most prolific people in this city. You can’t get away with it.”
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, baby, I’ve killed a lot more powerful people than them.”
“I’ll turn you in,” I threatened. I could never do it.
His smile became deadly. “Then do it.” He tossed my sunglasses to the floor as he turned to his desk. “Keep her here. Let her call whoever she wants. Every option ends the same, even if I have to hunt them down.”
Ash turned to me, her eyes bugging. “Are you kidding me? I mean Jordan deserves to die, but what the fuck is he doing?”
My uneasiness started to overpower the anger. “He’s a ‘dangerous man’,” I replied, adding emphasis due to the fact that I lacked the ability to do air quotes. “I doubt he’ll do it.”
“Kind of seems like he will,” she squeaked in a panic.
I tracked him as he pulled on his jacket and then his wool coat before finally pulling a gun out of seemingly nowhere. My panic grew, the fear dripping down my spine. Shit. I had a good reason, I did.
“Emily!” Ash snapped when he started screwing on a silencer.
He was giving me time to change my mind. Nobody in their right mind would carry around a gun with the silencer already on, I was sure of it. It was too long, there was nowhere to stuff it.
I dropped my eyes and listened as he neared the door.
“Navarro,” Ash said when I wouldn’t. “You can’t just kill him, there has to be some sort of plan.”
He opened the door.
My eyes flicked up.
Fuckfuckfuck.
I ground my teeth together. “He’ll blow up the garage,” I said through my teeth.
Ash stopped and spun around, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping. “What?” she breathed.
My eyes found hers, the panic slipping through.
“Motherfucker.” She took off.
I rolled my eyes and folded my desk down, resting my good arm on top of it as my eyes found his desk, the picture of Remi sitting on it, legs spread, seared into my mind for all eternity.