Page 92 of Tease Me (Dark Odyssey 1)

“Watch your tongue, boy. I could have you killed right the fuck now.”

On that Nick rushes him, slams him into the wall and holds the gun at his head.

I’m shaking.

I’m trembling from deep in my soul. The way Nick looks is like a killer looks. Is he going to kill him?

Marco attacked me with his goons, but death… it’s so … I don’t want it. I don’t want any of this.

“Don’t you fucking dare threaten me, Marco,” Nick warns. “Don’t do it. Get out and none of you come back. I’ve killed enough for the day, don’t want to end my night with blood on my hands.”

I’m listening. I’m listening real good because I need to hear this. He said he’s killed enough for the day and doesn’t want more blood on his hands. That is what he said.

Who am I kidding?

I can’t do this. I’ve already degraded myself.

I can’t do this.

I can’t do it.

Nick hears me whimpering, glances at me and steps away from Marco.

The guys who came in with him leave first then Marco follows.

It’s just me and Nick in the room now. He’s thrown me away so I expect him to walk out and leave me, he doesn’t though. He comes over, crouches down and reaches for me.

I’m too shaken to pull away. I’m too shaken to show how much I hate him right now for putting me in this position.

I can’t fight my heart that continuously betrays me when I’m with him so as he pulls me into his chest, I go to him and allow the tears to pour.

I’m there and I hate that I feel safe with him.

He holds me to him, pressing my head to his chest. Through my tear-filled haze I take note of the hammering of his heart

* * *

Nick takes me home.

We drove in silence and I just stared through the window of his black Ferrari.

It’s nice, real classy, the kind you see in the movies. I might have been more taken with it if the circumstances were different.

When we pull up on the drive I get out. I don’t say thanks or anything. I just get out. He follows but I don’t stop to talk to him or anything.

“Mia..” he doesn’t usually call me by name. It sounds weird coming from his lips.

It sounds normal.

I take my keys out of my purse and open the door.

Before he can say another word I go inside and slam the door in his face.

I don’t care anymore.

I no longer care. Tonight was absolute shit and I’m still at the point where I know I can’t do it, not any of it.

Dad comes down the stairs and I fly into his arms and I start crying again.

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