Page 11 of Sardonic Burn

“Be careful, Noelle,” he grits out, and I see his brows crease and jaw lock. “There are too many listening ears.”

“I’m aware, Dylan. Which is why you should heed your advice and keep your fucking mouth shut. I’m getting tired of you.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

Noelle sighs, and the anger vanishes. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just stressed.”

“Should we leave, then?”

“Not yet, no. I still have one thing left to do.”

At that moment, her eyes lock with mine. She tilts her head to the side with a little smirk and stops talking entirely. Her brow raises in amusement, and it’s as if she’s trying to challenge me.

Well, challenge received and accepted.

I remove the buds from my ears. Since I got caught, there’s no need to listen anymore. She won’t reveal anything of significance anymore. She likely knew that I was listening from the moment she sat down.

How the fuck is she that perceptive?

Another thing to fucking despise about that witch.

I’m still looking at her, waiting for an opportunity, and it soon presents itself. She stands up and starts walking toward the area where the restrooms are located. When the dance ends, the crowd of people starts to disappear, and I manage to hide from her eyesight.

And that’s when I strike.

I grab her wrist with one hand, covering her mouth with the other. Pulling her so her back is to my chest, I drag her intothe small corridor where the cameras don’t reach. I did check beforehand.

Noelle tenses briefly and bites my palm harshly.

I pin her against the wall, not letting the sudden pain cloud my judgment. I don’t spare any strength and slam her as harshly as possible, yet she doesn’t even flinch.

The scent of her sweet perfume hits my nose, and it has me paralyzed for a moment.

Fucking disgusting.

I pull out the knife she used to kill Franco and place the blade on her throat, firmly holding the handle and pressing it into her flesh. She raises a brow and remains silent, but she’s no longer tense. In fact, she’s too relaxed for my liking.

“Nice to officially meet you,” I grit out, trying to hold myself back from snapping and ending her life right here, right now.

“Of course it is,” she drawls out. “I’m Noelle Campbell.”

“Your arrogance knows no bounds.”

“That’s true.”

Her voice is alluring, like the sweetest drug. The effects of using it are lethal, fatal. Once you’ve tried the poisonous vice, there’s no going back.

It makes me want to vomit.

“I don’t think you understand the predicament you’re in. It’s probably because you’ve had one too many to drinks.”

Noelle covers up her laugh with a cough, her brows rising to her hairline.

“And pray tell, what’s a bastard child like you going to do, hm?” She inches closer and slides her neck to the left, cutting herself. There’s mockery in her tone. “Or did I kill the bastard child? Well, regardless. There’s only so much you can do now, little De Santis.”

“As I said, you’re too arrogant. Do you think I’ll let you leave this place in one piece?”

Noelle hums and pretends to think about it for a moment.

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