Page 101 of Legacy of Lies
“My kitchen window?”
“Didn’t you like my ball and chain coming through the glass? It was a little excessive to make a joke but so completely worth it.”
She rolled her eyes. “You and I are broken up, you know.”
He squeezed her breast and snorted when she cried out. “Thank goodness and good riddance. You’re trash, and everyone knows it. Fat, too.” Patting her on the hip, he continued, “No, I didn’t want you. I only wanted Garrison to think that you and I might get back together. I just wanted to screw with the guy.”
Asshole. May he rot in hell. She bit her cheek to keep her face expressionless.
She wasn’t trash, Hank was. He had no right to judge her. Screw him. An intelligent, cute woman like her could attract a sexy guy like Garrison. Hank needed glasses and his head adjusted.
However, now was not the time to tell him to where to stick his stupid ideas.
Now was the time to pray.
“So if I’m not worth anything, let me go.”
He pressed a thumb into her still-throbbing cheek and grinned. “That hurt? Good. You’re here because lover boy wants you. Why, I don’t know. But here’s the deal: Anything the Taggarts wants, I will make sure they cannot have. And I will make sure they suffer the loss. Every. Single. Time.”
“Fine, I’ll stop seeing him. Problem solved. Now let me go.”
“Not that simple. I’m going to use you to send a clear message.”
“Message?”
“No one fucks with us. Time for respect. Even more important, it’s time for the Great One to emerge.”
“God.”
“No, God isn’t here, my chunky ex-girlfriend.”
He flicked open the blade again and drew it down the neck of her blouse until the rip of fabric echoed too loud in the shack.
His insane eyes danced in the lamplight.
She couldn’t feel her hands, but she sure could feel the cool air on her chest.
He grinned. “You’re all mine now.”
