Page 93 of Look My Way
“It’s better for you not to know too much.”
“I . . .” He looks at his feet, shuffling from side to side. “I want to see him suffering.”
My whole body vibrates. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I know what you do, and if I’ve accepted it, then I’ll accept what comes with it.”
“Once you see what I really do, you won’t be able to come back from it. What if you change your mind about—”
“I won’t. Show me your favorite hobby like I’ve shown you mine.” He threads his fingers in mine.
“You mean my second favorite.” I press a kiss into his hair and whisper, “I’ll take you this weekend if you’re really sure.”
“I am. He’s caused me so much pain, so it’s only fair I get to see his.”
“You’re right it is.”
“Is it . . . Is it bad I also want to be a part of it?”
My lips stretch, life beating into me harder than ever. “No, carino. It’s not bad at all. Sometimes you have to take care of them yourselves.”
“Except I’ll have you there and you’ll have me. Neither of us will have to do anything alone anymore.”
“No. No we won’t.”
Thirty-Seven
Liam
Zavier holds my hand and kisses it before taking a sharp turn. He said he had a surprise for me before he could take me where I really wanted to go today . . . Where he promised we’d go. “There’s something we need to do first, since our original plans were interrupted,” he’d said. He doesn’t knock me out this time, though, but my wrists are tied together and my eyes are blindfolded.
My heart thrums, not knowing what’s around us or what’s about to happen. The excitement’s still there, though, and that’s what’s important. Him shoving me in the trunk can be saved for a later date . . . when the cops are done checking up on us and keeping a close eye on the still-open case. Daniel hasn’t been found, but they haven’t stopped looking. They think he’s fled the country.
Zavier was careful to cover all his tracks and make it look like that’s what he’d done, purchasing last-minute train tickets with his card and leaving other trails. Hopefully they’ll give up soon, or at least back down a little. They might not, though, until his body’s recovered somewhere in the waters near where he’s supposedly hiding out.
My body bounces as we hit a bumpy road and Zavier turns on the radio, playing Alanis Morissette while singing at the top of his lungs. I try not to smile because I’d be breaking my role as a helpless victim, but he’s making it impossible for me to feel like one. I’ve been waiting to see if I no longer feel safe around him, after finding out all he’s done and seeing his collection.
It hasn’t happened yet. Is he thinking the whole Daniel situation will push me over the edge? Am I? I’m not sure anymore. My feelings over it are still confusing, and I think I’ll be able to make better sense of them once I finally see him. When I finally look into those wrong eyes again.
Zavier’s hand lands on my inner thigh, and he makes another turn before slowing down the car. The drive was at least two hours. Why is he taking me so far? There have been mentions of vacationing in a client’s cabin and other places he wants to go with me, so maybe this is one of those.
“We’re here. You’re going to stay quiet until I tell you to talk, you hear me?”
I give a quick nod and he pats my leg. “Good boy. I’d hate for you to ruin our plans, and then we’d have to end the day too soon. I want to have some fun before I show you where I put the others after I’m done with them.”
I experience an adrenaline rush and my skin is covered in goosebumps. The door opens and closes. Anticipation swirls in my gut and I struggle to breathe when the cool air from outside hits me. My seatbelt comes off and two large arms lift me, then I’m tossed over his shoulder like a rag doll.
Kicking my legs, I tug against the rope on my arms, and nothing but a silent scream comes out as I bounce with each step he takes.
“We’re almost there, and then you can make some noise for me. No one will be able to hear us where we’re going, so you can be as loud as you want.”
“No,” I push out past my lips, and a knife presses to my hip. A shudder comes over me and my arms hang lower as he shifts me around. “I want to go back.”
“Too late for that.”
“Please.” I lift my partly numb arms and slam them back down against him. His hold tightens around me and the tip of the blade pierces a small part of my skin. My cry is mixed with a heavy gasp.
“You can beg all you want, but it’s too late to go back now.” He almost doesn’t sound like himself, his sinister words leaving a heavy sensation in my chest. Fear. I can be scared with him after all, and it feels . . . fuck, it feels better than anything. Arousal mixes in, and I’m experiencing a strange high I didn’t know I could feel until he showed me.
