Page 34 of All Your Hate
Somehow I’m not surprised that he makes his money from murder. This huge fancy house, the cologne, and the jewelry he wears. He reeks of danger and seduction. It’s the allure a killer like him needs to be able to walk the streets freely.
“If you’re going to be purposefully vague about everything I’m not going to bother opening my mouth.”
Leaning forward on his elbows, he sighs. “It’s not supposed to be my job, but that’s a whole other story. I sign up for hits on people, take them out for money. Simple as that.”
“Bad people?”
He shrugs like he’s not entirely sure. “I try to make sure they are.”
“Who took the hit out on…him then.” The mere thought of saying his name makes me want to vomit.
“That is what I intend to figure out.”
What if they knew about me? Did they hope to take me and sell me on elsewhere? Or was I supposed to have died along with him?
They could have found out about Summer and—-
Bones’ hand settles over my own, dragging me out of my spiraling thoughts. I stare at the tattoos that creep up his wrist to the black hair tie around it.
He strokes the back of my hand with his thumb, calming me down and I finally look up at him.
“How many people hurt you?”
I push back the tears along with my chair.
“Stop trying to get me to relive it! If you have some twisted fantasy of being a white knight to someone then find someone else. I don’t need you to save me.”
He stands up with me. “I know you don’t. But you’re not in a position to tell me what I can’t do.”
When he reaches out for me, I stumble back. “I just want to go home. This isn’t right! You can’t just keep someone under the pretense that you’re helping them. This is still keeping me captive. You’re ruining me just as much as they did.”
“You’re mine! Understand that?” he roars in my face and I’m afraid. Of him. Of every monster lurking outside the walls of this place. And of myself.
“You said you wouldn’t—”
Composing himself, he runs a hand over his face. “No, I’m not a goddamn rapist, but I’m also not a good person. I’ve never had restraint before and I’m not sure how long the little I’ve managed to find for you will last. I do know that all I want is to claim you. Take you in every position until you’re screaming my name and passing out on my cock. And I know that every time I take you, because there will be multiple times,endless times,you’re going to be begging for more. Eventually, you’ll learn to love me.”
“No, I'll hate you forever.”
His face softens a little. “I can live with that. I’ll take all your hate, little viper. I'll take everything you give me.”
What the hell does that mean?
He wants my love and my hate, but surely a person can’t have both?
I can’t bear to be around him anymore. My head's pounding and my chest is tight. I need air. Need to breathe in a space that isn’t already consumed by him.
Outside. That’s where I need to be.
I run to the front door and tug at the handle.Locked.
This isn’t fucking fair. What did I do to deserve any of this shit? I was just an ordinary person.
“You’ll be able to go out when I think you’re ready. Until then you’re stuck in here.”
I spin, pressing my back to the door.
“Stuck with you.”