Page 70 of Poison

I nodded, scurrying ahead of him towards the car waiting for us outside. At least I was right about one thing. Hobbs wouldn't make a scene in the club. He was going to wait until he took me to the safety of our home. Even though I was just a servant, beating me in front of everyone would make him look bad, and he knew it.

Hobbs practically shoved me into the back seat, and we rode in silence until we reached our apartment. God, I hoped the cops were around. Trevor was seething. I don't think I hadever seen him so angry before. The vein on the side of his neck looked like it was about to burst.

When we made it into our living room, he slammed the door hard. It missed the latch and burst back open from the impact. Angerly, he slammed it again. Running a hand through his thick hair, he aggressively strode toward me. "Who was it?"

I backed up. "Who was what?"

"Who did you take upstairs?"

"No one."

He gripped his hair, nostrils flaring like a bull ready to charge. "Don't fucking lie to me! Victor told me you took someone upstairs. He couldn't find the receipt. You know damn well I sign off on who you fuck personally! Who was it?"

My body relaxed, and I crossed my arms defiantly. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Don't fucking play with me."

I smirked. "I'm immune to your poison now, Trevor."

I grinned wider when he didn't reply.

"That's what you are to me. Pure fucking poison. At first, I wanted it. You were like a drug. But eventually, I realized if I kept drinking it, it was going to kill me. It almost did, several times." I held up my fingers, counting each situation. "When I cut my wrist, OD'd on Bliss, jumped from the fucking wall. I wanted it to kill me because I knew I had nobody to blame but myself. I believed your lies. But when you dragged me back, I realized I'm immune. I'm not afraid of you anymore. So, I'll fuck anyone I please, and there is nothing you can do about it." I glanced sassily down at my nails. "He had a big cock, too. Filled me right up. God, it felt so fucking good."

Trevor slammed me against the wall. I would have cowered just days before, but not anymore. He was playing right into my hands. I needed to keep him angry.

"Who was it?" he demanded again.

I grinned evilly. "Why do you want to know? So you can kill him like you killed Alex?" Trevor retreated back a step, and his jaw hung slightly open. He didn't respond, so I kept going. "That's why you showed me the news. To show me what you're capable of."

"Alex was trying to steal you away from me." Hobbs' expression was crazed as he continued, "I know you fucked him. You think he cared about you, but he only wanted to own you. Just like they all want to own you because you make money." He leaned in close. "I killed him because he was trying to take you away from me. Just like I will kill anyone else who attempts to steal you. You are my love. My obsession and I will not lose you. So, tell me, Isaac, who did you take upstairs?"

I couldn't suppress a laugh. It was a bit maniacal. I couldn't believe he flat-out said it. Then again, why wouldn't he? Who would I tell? Who would believe me? He was rich and powerful. He could pay people off. Sighing happily, I muttered, "Checkmate."

Trevor cocked his head in utter confusion until I unzipped my shirt, showing off the bug stuck to my chest. His eyes became wild. "You're wearing a wire?"

A grin was still plastered on my face as I nodded.

"They'll kill me for this!"

I shrugged, and his expression darkened. He lunged at me, wrapping his massive hands tightly around my neck. "You're going with me then!"

I pulled at him, but it did no good. I couldn't breathe. He wasn't letting any air through. Pressure built up in my head, and black dots began to dance along my vision. This was it. The poison within him was finally going to kill me. How ironic that it would be during the only time in my life where I honestly wanted to live. I wanted a life with Vic. I wanted my freedom, and Trevor was taking it all away with his two bare hands. I would die as his slave. Belonging to him instead of myself.

The room got gradually darker. I couldn't hold my own weight. There was a crashing sound, and Trevor was screaming, but I couldn't understand what was going on. I couldn't hear anything but the pounding of my heart. Eventually, even that began to settle down until I could see nothing at all.

Chapter 49

"We got him back!" shouted a voice as I rolled over onto my side, gasping for breath. When my eyesight cleared, I noticed a paramedic standing over me. I coughed and groaned from a pounding headache. Sitting up, I glanced around. Hobbs was in shackles, and not the orange ones, either. The red shackles for detainees who were going to face trial. My stomach sank, and a sob erupted from me. It wasn't intentional. I shouldn't cry. I should've been rejoicing. But as I watched the police drag him away, I wanted to beg for his life. I wanted to take everything back. I wanted to scream, "Trevor, don't leave me!"

Instead, Ikept my mouth shutand pulled my knees to my chin, hugging my legs tightly. I was an evil person. Yes, Trevor was an asshole. He could be cruel, but he could also be kind.Hegave me pets. He always apologized when he hurt me, yet I sent him to his death! We had our good times.I'll never hear him call me his perfect little star ever again.

My heart began to race, and I could barely catch my breath. I needed to calm down, or I'd end up having a full-blown panic attack. Frantically, I got to my feet and dashed past the chatting officers to the liquor cabinet. Yanking it open, I found thestrongestalcohol we owned and pulled the cork. I didn't bother getting a glass as I began chugging it until a quarter of the bottle was gone.

"Mr. Braun?"I turned to the police chief, who had an awkward smile on her face.

"Did you get what you needed?"I asked in a raspy tone. My throat still hurt from Trevor trying to crush it.

She nodded. "We couldn't have gotten a clearer confession if we planned this ourselves. Good job, Mr. Braun...You should let someone take you to the hospital tomake sure there isn't anyserious damage."

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