Page 132 of Charity's Redemption

“Did you hear a question come out of my mouth?”

“Yeah, just now.”

I scoffed.

It was ridiculous to laugh at my own sarcasm, but I couldn’t help it. Pushing their buttons was about as rewarding as Luca’s, but without the sexual gratification—not that I got that right now.

A pistol appeared above the door and poked out the opened window. “Get in the fucking car.”

I put my hands up and walked towards him. “If you liked to play rough, that’s all you had to say.”

Elias kept his gun trained on me as he slid over, making room for me.

“I’ve had enough of your games.”

“Well, join the club,” I said as I shut the door. “I thought we’d finished our budding friendship.”

Pooch sat back in his seat and shut the door, then rolled up my window.

My stomach lurched as I recognized the dilemma I was in.

Elias had me at gunpoint, in his car. He could take me anywhere, dump my body in the fucking river, and no one would be the wiser until they checked my GPS and found me floating to the afterlife.

Even if I wanted to fight back, I didn’t stand a chance with my injured shoulder and a gun already aimed at my side.

“One of these days, I’m going to let him have at you.”

“Um, that’s another hard pass. I’m not into bestiality.”

“Enough, Charity.”

“You brought it up.” I waved my hands in the air with mock surrender. “What do you want, Elias? I did what you asked, now leave me alone.”

“I wanted to hear about how you killed the senator.”

Red flag.

“I’m sorry? What senator?”

“The one found dead in his apartment.”

I scrunched my chin and shook my head. “I don’t know anything about that.”

“No? You mean you didn’t have a contract to kill him?”

“Look, if I killed people for a living, do you think I’d be walking instead of driving?”

“Cut the shit, Charity.”

“You’re the one that wants to record a conversation to get me to admit to something. How stupid do you think I am, motherfucker?”

It was a hunch. But I went with it. The most he could do was deny it, and I’d look like a paranoid idiot. It was a risk I was willing to take.

“Watch your tone.”

Elias pulled out his phone, tapped the red stop button, and then put it back inside his pocket.

Confirmation hit me like a freight train, sucking the air from my lungs.

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