Page 59 of Judgment

Any softness I thought I saw in his face is gone in an instant. “Who? Specifically.”

“Do you want a list?” We could start with my high school boyfriend. The guy I thought was so sweet until I didn’t want to have sex before he left for college.

Or maybe the guy I went on two dates with six months ago, barely managing to make it out of the second one unscathed when he whipped his knob out and demanded I suck it.

He didn’t like being told no.

“Yes.”

I wait for some sign that he’s kidding, but Andre just stares back at me.

“I’m not making a list.” I hate the thought of how many people would be on it. “It doesn’t matter anyway.”

“It does matter.” Andre hasn’t backed up at all so he’s still ridiculously close. “You belong to me, Paisley. If someone insults you then they insult me.” His expression turns to ice. “And I don’t tolerate insults.”

That sounds ominous. “What does that mean? You don’t tolerate insults?”

Andre’s lips slowly curve into an unexpected smile that sends a shiver down my spine. “I don’t think you want me to answer that, Paisley.”

I should be scared, because now I’m pretty sure I know exactly what he means.

It means that he kills anyone who insults him.

And I didn’t miss him saying I belonged to him, which means he wants to kill anyone who insults me.

It’s a problem. One I should really address.

But I’ve been on my own for so long, fighting a world that never seems to stop knocking me down.

And right now I can’t make myself hate the idea of maybe having Andre on my side.

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