Page 32 of Twist Me

Katerina was looking between us and slowly buttoned her top back up, scooting out of the room. Dammit.Ezello walked forward, slamming the door closed and putting us back into the dim lighting.

“What are you chirping about?” I waved my hand and yanked my pants up, her eyes following my hand and her anger boiling up even more.

“So you throw your brothers in my path, so you go screw some dirty nurse?”

Did I detect jealousy? I smirked, shrugging my shoulders and leaning back against the cupboards.

“What do you care who Ifuck…”

She stiffened as I drew out the word fuck, flustering her further.

“I don’t!” She fumed, getting closer to me. She jabbed her tiny hand in my direction, ignoring the heated touch of my bare stomach. “But you don’t get to offer me up like a four-course meal.”

What had my brothers said to get her so heated?

“Didn’t know you were good for anything but an appetizer,” I spat.

Now she looked hurt. She tried to hide it by cowering behind that curly hair, but it was written in her eyes.

“I amno one’stoy. I am here to do a job, and if you want any information from me, you and your brothers better understand that now, Goliath.”

She stepped so close to me I could smell her perfume, that lemony candy scent tickling my nose. Her eyes blazed under the dim light, and she was a breath’s distance away as I leaned down to her level.

“Spell it out for me, Little Lamb.” I breathed faster, my pulse matching my oxygen intake.

She didn’t back down.She got right in my face, and those beautiful red lips began to speak.

“I will not let anyone stand in my way from getting what I came here for. I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t care if you trust me. I made a promise, and I will keep it despite how evilyou are, but you, Judas, and Pharaoh can gofuck yourselves. I’m not a pawn, and I’m not a doll. You don’t get to chase me like an animal or lock me in a cage. I’m not a lamb, okay? I’m the same as you, and if you don’t leave me alone, you’ll find out just how hard I bite back.”

On visitation day, I hissed at the detective across the table from me. My anger at being lied to so much was creating an inferno inside me.

“You owe me an explanation, Quinn!”

The detective wasn’t smug. To his merit, he looked somewhat relieved.

“Ezello, I can assure you I didn’t mean for there to be any hindrance in your investigation. I just didn’t want my past thrown in my face.”

I glared at him. If he had told me he used to work with Goliath, I wouldn’t have looked like such an idiot in the first place, and the time spent wasting resources on that information could have been used on actually figuring out why in the heck Goliath and Micah now clearly hated each other.

“I’ll pretend that your pride matters for a second if you tell me what happened,”I argued back.

I had been waiting to see Micah again to get some answers. Now, for the short time given to me, I was taking it. He looked around the room at others and their loved ones, talking and catching up with one another.

“Ezello, I can understand why you are upset, but please try to understand that my past and my personal relationships do not have any consequences on your investigation, so I have to ask why you are insisting on gaining this knowledge.”

That just made me even madder. I couldn’t tell Micah about my deal with Goliath. He’d surely discredit me as a cop and probably take away resources I needed.

“Of course, detective…I will explain.”

He smiled, but his face quickly soured when Goliath’s massive frame sat on my lap. I felt crushed like a bug under a huge arrogant butt!

“Ah, Quinn Pin! To what do we owe the displeasure?”

Goliath was leaning over the table, beaming at Micah, who, from what I could see behind Goliath’s miles of inked back, wasn’t returned by Micah.

“Masters. You were told to leave Zelle alone,I do recall.”

Goliath snickered. He patted the top of my noggin by crooking my head under his arm.“Don’t fuss, Mickey. She’s perfectly fine, as you can see.”

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