Page 40 of Scarred Sacrifice
“He told you,” he states.
“I already knew,” I counter.
“Fucking knew it,” he growls.
“So, you’re Henrys bitch,” I spit.
His eyes darken and his jaw locks tight. “Don’t,” he growls.
“Don’t what? You work for Henry, you are ordered to spy on me, which works out well for whatever it is you have planned, then I catch you making out to Henry that you gained my trust, as you were covering for me. When in fact, it was the other way around,” I point out. “Don’t play me for a fucking fool, Nyx,” I seethe.
He smirks. “Let me tell you something. I know you are not who you say you are,” he counters.
My heart rate picks up at that accusation. How much does he know? “Then please, tell me, who am I?” I snap. It’s then that realisation hits that the cameras are gone. “The cameras.”
“I ripped them out,” he bites out, nodding his head to the table. I look over and sure enough, there are the cameras and wires. “There is no way anyone with money would act the way you act, or speak the way you speak, and I know that fucking tattoo means something,” he adds.
“So, what you are saying is, you actually know fuck all,” I quip. “And you’re basing what you know on stereotypical assumptions,” I snap back, knowing that you can’t just Google us. We are only known to those that need to know.
He smirks. “I know more than you think.” He takes a step closer. “I know that every time I touch you, you are wet for me,” he rasps, wrapping his hand around my throat and leaning in close. “I know that you get off on fighting me,” he whispers across my lips. “I know today, with the carnage, the blood and the adrenaline of it got you aroused. I could have fucked you right then and there and have had you screaming my fucking name,” he says as he trails his lips up along my neck to my lobe.
“I think you’re full of shit and trying to play me,” I breathe.
“What if I am?” he states as his teeth graze my neck. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t extremely aroused. There is an undeniable chemistry between us, that no matter how much either of us try to fight, it somehow claws its way back to the surface. However, I can’t let go of the fact he works for Henry. He is part of the very thing I am fighting, and I can’t give in to my desires now. I push at his shoulders, shoving him off me. His tattooed chest is heaving, and his rich blue eyes are dark with lust.
I shake my head no. “This isn’t happening. Not now,” I state firmly, or as firmly as I can, while trying to gain some self-control.
He grins, shaking his head. “What’s stopping you?” he asks.
The fact that you work with a man that traffics innocent girls, a rapist, is what I want to say.
He works for Henry, he knows what he is and what he does, and the fact he is still here working for him, spying on me, says it all.
“I don’t take too kindly to being lied to and spied on,” I say instead, when in reality, I couldn’t care. I knew something wasn’t right from the moment I met him. He, just like me, doesn’t fit in. “And as for my tattoo, it was a silly club I was in as a young girl. I may act differently than everyone here, but that is because I earned my money,” I add, hoping he believes the lie. I don’t know how close him and Henry are, and I only need to get through tonight, then I am gone. I need tonight to happen. I need to get that information.
He eyes me. “Well, now that you know everything, enjoy the ball tonight,” he says before walking over to the chair and grabbing his shirt, shrugging it on over his shoulders before he walks past me.
“Where are you going?” I ask before he leaves.
“You won. It’s time to go back to my reality,” is all he says before shutting the door behind him.
It’s fine. I was doing this mission alone. Nothing has changed. If anything, with him gone, it makes it all the easier for me.
I get ready, and after applying my make-up with my hair in loose waves pinned to one side, I put on the dress. It’s black with a delicate embroidered opaque bodice, with thin spaghetti straps, and a flowing tulle skirt that has a sultry leg split. It even has a small train. I pair it with nude strappy sandals and a clutch. I place my perfume containing the drug to make the guard want to shit himself in my clutch, along with thefingerprint kit. How I’m going to get his fingerprint without him knowing, I have no idea. For that I will have to improvise.
I make sure to spray my actual perfume before turning to leave for the final event.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
NYX
“What are you doing?You were supposed to see it through to tonight,” Penny hisses at me at the back of the kitchen as the chefs and other staff run around, getting the evening meals prepared.
I lean against the wall by the open door smoking my cigarette. I sigh, enjoying as the smoke fills my lungs. “Fuck, I missed this.”
“Nyx, are you even fucking listening? The plan has gone to shit. Everything has gone to fucking shit,” she hisses, looking around to make sure no one is listening.
“Will you calm the fuck down? Nothing has gone to shit. We will get what we need. I will think of something,” I assure her.
