Page 14 of Depraved
“And I’d love every minute of it,” she whispers, so quietly I almost miss it.
“Fuckkk,” I roar, tipping my head back.
I need to control myself, but this girl brings out the absolute worst in me. No fuck that, she requires it.
Sarah wants me to do my worst to her. But now isn’t the time. I drop my face back to hers.
“You gonna answer my fucking question now?”
Her eyes dart to mine, and she pulls from my grasp as I smirk. “You didn’t think I forgot, did you? It’ll take more than a little flirting to distract me, Billy.”
“Billy?” she questions, her eyes filled with confusion.
“Yeah, like Billy the Kid.”
She rolls her eyes, letting out a growl. Oh, this little kitten’s mean.
“No. I’m not going to answer,” she states bravely.
“I gotta hear this. Why?” I ask, amused with her indignation.
Sarah cranes her neck to look at Vincenzo then back to me. “Because one question leads to more. And If I wanted you to know, I’d tell you.”
I laugh out, and she scowls. Fuck. She makes my dick hard.
Vincenzo takes a step in, ready to make her answer. Because, like me, he knows something’s off here, but a small shake of my head is all that’s needed to cause him to retreat.
“The fact that you won’t answer means I need to know the story. I’m going to find out, so cut the shit.”
That’s the reality. She can protest, but I’ll get my way. She knows that. And I can tell she knows by the way she starts fidgeting and chewing on the inside of her cheek.
She looks at Vin again, like she’s contemplating her next move, before turning back to me. “Are you going to make your goon do the dirty work? Or is this friendly?” she questions warily.
Something about the way she says “friendly” pisses me off, as if I would hurt her, but if she wants a monster, that’s what she’ll get.
My voice drops low with my anger. “We aren’t friends. We fucked and you snuck out. Friends don’t do that, and they’re honest when asked a question. But if you keep pushing back, I’ll let him watch as I get my answers.”
Sarah’s finger pushes into the center of my chest. “Do you think that scares me? You better do worse than that because I’ve known some real monsters in my life, Dante Sovrano.”
She might look furious, but I see the disappointment in her eyes. And that makes me angrier. If she’d just fucking come clean, I could stop pushing, and she could stop making me into an enemy she doesn’t need.
“Tell me what the gun’s for.”
Sarah throws her arms in the air, turning around and walking back to her desk. I reach for her waist to stop her, but my arm is slow moving. Placing her palms on the top of the dark wood, she hangs her head down between her shoulders.
“Tell me,” I growl out to her back, but she doesn’t turn around. “Tell me what I want to fucking know, Sarah?”
“I can’t,” she yells, slapping the desk.
My mind keeps trying to connect dots between what I know about her and why she would be here, now, in this position.
“What’s got you too scared to tell me? Is it awho, not awhat? Someone I know…someone from Church?” I press, running my hand up her back and feeling her tense.
“Leave it, tough guy.”
Oh shit.Memories from the night we were together flood my thoughts. Sarah turns around, shaking her head, reaching out to place her hand on my bare chest.
“It’s not what you think…” she whispers, but I cut her off, rage blurring my vision.
