Page 54 of Confession
“You’re sure he had nothing?”
“He had nothing,” I confirm.
Vitali studies me, hunts for the truth. “Was there anything that hemighthave had?”
“I killed Pedano.”
“Jesus Christ, Quinn.”
I shrug. “I didn’t want him coming after you again.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
“We got distracted.”
“Bullshit. You could’ve told me at any time.”
“Yeah,” I acknowledge.
Vitali glares at me, rage burning in his dark eyes. I’ve rarely seen him this angry.
He demands, “Why were you going to leave tonight?”
My heart skips. “Because … I can’t …”
“Can’twhat?”
My temper snaps so abruptly that I’m not ready for it. “What the fuck do you think, Vitali? I can’t fucking do this!”
“Can’t dowhat?” Vitali shouts, getting in my face.
“Get back!” I snap right in his.
“Answer my goddamn question!”
“This! You! Us! I can’t fucking do this shit!”
“Whatshit?Niceshit? Is that what you mean? So what do you want then, Quinn, this?” His hand clamps on my throat.
Snarling, I grab his wrist, squeezing hard, but he doesn’t let go.
“You like that better?” he demands.
“Let go,” I choke.
“No. I absolutely will not.” He squeezes harder until lights dance in my eyes. “
“Vitali.”
My grip loosens, not because I’m passing out but because I’m calming down. Because my brain is switching tracks, transmuting the signals.
Vitali’s other hand grabs my hard dick through my jeans. His jaw is clenched, his eyes furious, and everything starts to make sense, to feel right and comfortable again. I understand him like this. I understand myself this right.
“So you do like this better,” he says. “Thisiswhat you want.”
“Yes.”
He shoves me away. “Then take off your fucking clothes.”
