Page 93 of Depths of Destruction
A tear falls down my cheek.
"Are you crying over him?"
My lip shakes.
Fear and agony fill me when he says, "He's dead. Don't ever mention him to me again."
"No," I whisper.
His fingers dig into my chin. "Yes." He flings my chin away and veers the car back onto the road.
Please, don't be dead.
Oh God. Please, don't let them kill him.
An uncontrollable sound comes out of me as I sob.
Darien slaps me again, and the crack of his hand over my face echoes in the car. "Enough, Naomi. You were his whore for less than a week. Get over it."
I look out the window, trying to pull it together, not sure what's in store for me but feeling a pain I've never felt before in my heart. It makes the sting of the slap on my cheek feel like nothing.
Andre. Oh God.
Several minutes pass before Darien says, "How far off the coast did you anchor the boat?"
Tela. He's taking me there.
I don't respond.
"Answer me," he screams.
"When did you become this person?" I quietly ask.
"Who would that be?" he spouts.
"You said you'd never hurt me."
He scowls. "That was a two-way street you made into a one-way lane. Don't you think?"
"What do you mean?"
"Twenty years, Naomi. You strung me along for over twenty years. Then you show up at my door after two years, with another man."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I needed your help. You told me if I ever needed it, you would be there for me."
He grunts. "You, Naomi. Not your flavor of the week."
You're such an idiot. How could you have thought it would be okay to bring Andre to Darien's?
Andre. Please, still be alive.
Another tear drips down my cheek, and I wipe it.
"So how far off the coast is my boat?" he asks again, this time not as loud.
He's going to go crazy.
I attempt to fib. "I don't know. You know I'm bad with that kind of stuff."
