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And yet I wouldn’t be surprised if his feelings were still hurt.
“It’s so nice to see you again, but I should get going now. What was your name again,officer?” I ask with fake kindness.
“Officer Gaines,” he says. He puts his hands on his hips right near his stun gun, proudly reminding me that he’s armed. What a fucking joke. “You best remember that.”
I laugh, ignoring his little weapon. It’s not even a taser.
His tongue flicks over his lips. I hold back a grimace. I imagine the mall cop drinking that poison bottle Crave gave me. Maybe the mall cop would have a coughing fit, and I’d be there, right by his side, to offer him more of the “sports drink.”Here,I’d say.It’ll make you feel better.
Then the sad little mall cop would crawl on the floor, his lungs and throat closing in on him, desperate for an antidote. I’d know that it was me,all me,who took his last breath. I’d sit on his face, and he’d gasp into my pussy. He’d be suffocated by a so-called child.
I walk past the mall cop to the cashier at the front of the antique store, taking the nightgown with me.
Maybe I am more like Crave than I’d like to admit.
Chapter13
Crave
That night,I wait in the corner of the basement. Rae’s shoulders peel back, stiffer than usual, an attempt to make herself bigger than she is.
She must be trying to get ahead again. Clever girl.
I tug the metal zipper on the front of my mask. Rae’s eyes gloss over, entranced by my lips.
“Hello, little girl,” I say.
A subtle breath swells in her lungs, a hint at her desire. It must be odd to hear those words, “little girl.” A woman without a father. Small. Taken care of. But not in a way she imagined. Not in the way she wanted.
Each finger, one by one, slowly loosens on the strap of her purse. She slides her grip down so that her hand rests below the camera lens, the recording eye staying fixed on me.
“The mall owner is going to get the DNA evidence for me,” she says. “I’m going to get it tested.”
“Oh?”
“It’ll prove that Michael Hall is my father.”
I vaguely consider questioning why she thinks Ned can get her evidence like that, but the interesting part is that she thinks she’s ahead of me.
Still, I can’t resist fucking with her.
“Good for you,” I say.
She crosses her arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I said those things about your mother being a slut to mess with you,” I say. “You let it get to your head. I don’t know shit about you or your mother. Why would I know whether or not Michael Hall is your father?”
Her eyelids flutter. Her lips part, opening wider to say something, then they pinch shut.
I grin. I’m cracking her facade, one chip at a time.
“You’re such a dick,” she says.
“And yet you keep coming back here,” I say. “So tell me, little girl. What’s the real reason you’re here?”
She pauses for a moment, carefully choosing her words. “Like I said, I’m going to prove you wrong.”
“Always proving people wrong,” I tsk. “You want to prove that I’m wrong about your blood relations to a dead man?” My boots thud forward. Her arms cling to her sides. I hammer my weight into each step, my presence booming. “But there’s something else, isn’t there?”
