AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I made a straight line for the kitchen as soon as I left my room. It was quiet as if this was a graveyard of some sort, but even graveyards had the sound of swooshing breeze, rustling from dry leaves, and crickets.
But here, it was nothing, as if this building was void of life.
A set of black-headed knives arranged in a knife holder sat on the white kitchen counter when I walked in. It was the first time I’d entered the kitchen since I woke up here. I picked the smallest knife from the set—the smallest were always the sharpest—and left the kitchen.
Andrei’s room was just across the hall. I could hear the splash of water from his shower as soon as I opened the door and walked inside. The bloody shirt he’d worn earlier was lying on the floor.
His room was everything I’d not expected a devil’s room to be, white. From his ceiling to his bed covers, and the recliner across the room. Even the marble floor, walls, and drapes were white. I came to two conclusions, either he was sick in the head enough to give himself the white room torture, or he was a germaphobe.
For someone who was very comfortable with blood on his skin, the chance of him being more messed up in the head was more likely.
I glanced at the part of his room where his closet was and something caught my eye, something made my blood clot, causing the knife to drop with a clang to the floor.
A woman with my face and eyes smiled back at me from a black and white portrait on the wall. I covered my hand over my mouth as tears ran down my face.
“Looking for something?”
I spun around in the direction of Andrei’s deadly deep voice. His raven hair was wet and curly, dripping water down his broad shoulders and athletic chest that was covered fully with tattoos—he was sexy in a very dark way. My heart sank to my clitoris, making it throb, but that soon faded away when I noticed writing on his left chest right where the heart was located, Adrienne, my name was written on his chest.
Why the hell did he have my name written on himself?
The brusque glare in Andrei’s eyes screamed he hated how I’d trespassed into his space, and worse, I’d found something I should never have.
Fuck.
Chapter 13 - Andrei
I found it quite odd how repelled Adrienne was by the sight of blood considering she’d had it covering half of her face the first time we met. I’d even thought she’d be more pleased if it was the blood of that fucking raccoon who had the guts to laugh at her to her face.
I’d had him tied to a chair and tickled till his eyes turned crimson with tears and his lungs almost ran out of air before cutting his tongue out like he fucking deserved. I had no regret, even if Adrienne thought otherwise. I’d be quite satisfied killing a hundred more men who dared to cause her pain.
Dante Paolo included.
Footsteps padded into my room just as I was about to turn off the shower, I picked my .45 from the phone holder by the wall and threw a towel around my waist before leaving the bathroom. I’d not bothered to turn off the shower; in situations like this, it was better to let the intruder think you weren’t aware of their presence.
A clang sound came from the room as soon as I was able to open the bathroom door without making any sound, and I saw a knife on the floor. Adrienne was standing across the room staring at something close to my closet. I heaved a sigh in relief and tucked my gun behind my back, steadying it with the towel on my waist.
No one had worn the dress she was wearing for twenty years, and even before that, I hadn’t thought anyone could be that beautiful in a dress like that one.
Seeing Adrienne in my room like this, with that dress showing off the shape of her round ass, was enough to drive me insane. I wondered if this woman knew the kind of effect she had over me. What was she thinking coming into my room, dressed like a dirty little slut? All I could think of was spanking her ass and ripping off the chains covering her breast.
My cock became alive, erect and pointing itself at her. My brain forgot how to function normally, and I swear I couldn’t peel my eyes away from her, not when she was there looking like a snack. Dammit! I hated snacks, but Adrienne was a pot of milky chocolate I was ready to fill myself inside.
I tried to make myself sound as indifferent as possible when I asked her if there was something she was looking for, but when she turned and looked at me with misty-puppy eyes, I felt an odd need to comfort her, or kill for her again.
“Who is she?” Her voice broke as she demanded an answer from me. “And why does she—”
Fuck me! I’d forgotten to take down the picture from the wall. I pondered what she’d make out of the situation. What were the odds that she’d think I was a stalker or that I was obsessed with her? Either way, it was a more welcome assumption than letting her know the truth.
“Who does she look like?” I’d never had a problem sounding like the king of the abyss himself, but my tone instinctively softened whenever I was talking to her.
Adrienne took a step closer to me, her eyes boring into mine as if she could somehow get an answer from them. “Did you—have you been watching me all this time?”
There was no way I was telling her the truth, but I didn’t intend to lie to her either. “What if I was?”
“You’ve been stalking me before we met at the club?” Her voice edged with anger as if she was merely managing to keep herself from giving into her rage and exploding. “You’ve been lying to me.”
“I haven’t lied to you.” I’ve only kept some details away from you.
