Page 51 of Colton
I give him the silent treatment, refusing to engage in pleasantries. He waits for a moment, then sighs again. “Look, if you aren’t going to speak to me, maybe we should go back to the bedroom.”
The thought of being in a bedroom with him sends a shiver of unease down my spine, but I can’t stay in this bunker forever. “I’ll go by myself,” I say, my voice clipped. “And I swear, if you tryanything?—"
“I won’t,” he interjects, his voice surprisingly soft. “I promise.”
“That means fuck all.” I stand up, brushing past him, my anger simmering just below the surface. I’m pissed off that I’m a victim in this situation, that I’m being held captive when I have things to do. Important things. Like killing his father.
I whirl around, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. “You know what? I have shit to do, Colton. And you’re getting in my way.”
He doesn’t look surprised. Instead, he studies me, his gaze intense. “I know who you are, Luella,” he states quietly. “I’ve done my research. And I think it’s time we talk about your little plan.”
A chill runs down my spine, but I refuse to let him see my fear. I lift my chin, meeting his gaze head-on. “Good,” I respond,my voice steady. “Then you know I’m not someone to be fucked with.”
How does he know?
His lips curl into a cold smile, and I can see the darkness swirling in his eyes. “Oh, I know,” he confirms. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Game on, Colton.Game on.
“So you need to let me go,” I say, straightening my spine. “Now.”
Colton lifts a brow, craning his neck to look at me over the sofa. He looks amused, the weirdo. “Why would I do that?”
Irritation spikes, and I step closer, hugging my arms to my chest. “Because you know I need to kill your father, and I can’t do it from here.” Sarcasm coats every word, but I don’t miss the flash of surprise in his eyes.
Good.
“You think you can kill my father?” He sounds like he’s about to explode into laughter, and my rage almost takes over.
Does he think his father is untouchable? That he can treat human beings like fucking pieces of meat and then end their lives in the most horrific ways and get away with it? I’m surprised no one has tried before now, to be honest.
The fucking Blackwood’s.
“And you.” I grin at him, making sure to bare my teeth. “You think you can rape me, keep me imprisoned in here, and you won’t have to pay? You fucking will, mark my words.”
Colton laughs, throwing his head back so I can see the back of his throat. A chill runs through me. Why isn’t he taking me seriously? Maybe because I haven’t hurt him yet. He doesn’t know what I’m capable of.
“What’s so funny?” I ask through gritted teeth.
Colton stops laughing, a chuckle playing on his lips as he says, “You’re right, I raped you. You couldn’t stop me, and you tried. What makes you think you can kill me?”
Before I can answer, he holds up his hand.
“No, wait, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you try?”
Our eyes meet in a silent war, and anticipation floods my fraught bones. He’s serious. I lick my lips as he rises to his feet, his huge fucking body towering over mine as he grins at me.
“You really are fucking perfect for me, Luella.”
My skin crawls when he says my name, my real name, my identity. The one thing I thought I’d hidden well. Well, fuck him. I jut my chin and glare at him, hating how my core twists with some kind of sick desire.
“I hate you.”
“Good.” He doesn’t miss a beat. He steps closer, and I narrow my eyes.
“Don’t come any closer.”
Colton’s eyes widen and his grin spreads across his cheeks, showing his perfect teeth. I’d like to knock them out. “Or?”
