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I chuckle, sliding my hand under the pillow to grab the syringe that same asshole stupidly provided for me. A smile pulls at my lips when my fingers wrap around the sweet concoction of drugs that will get me the answers I want.
“Goodnight, Ace.”
Sleep well because the next time you wake up, you’ll be under my control.
Weight crashes down on my chest, and it feels like I’m trapped under something. My entire body tightens from the pressure. The uneven movement makes me realize it’s another body on top of me, pressing right into my already hard cock.
Snapping my eyes open, blonde hair fans around Zamira’s gorgeous face that’s currently resting in a scowl. The oversized T-shirt she’s wearing bunches up around her waist, giving me the perfect view between her creamy thighs of her lace panties covering her tight little pussy.
Not that I’m mad she’s on top of me, but the way she’s looking at me like she’s ready to chop my balls off gets my attention. It’s not an unusual look when it comes to me, but something in the depths of her blue eyes tells me she’s angrier than usual. She’s looking at me like she sees right through my blackened soul to the darkest pits of my being. Like she can see the monster inside me, and she’s disgusted by it.
“If you wanted to fuck me, you could’ve woken me up first.” My voice is teasing, playful even, but she doesn’t so much as crack a smile. The only thing indicating that she’s actually awake is the way her eyes shimmer with a ferocious fire ready to incinerate me alive.
I move to sit up, but she pushes me back down forcefully with one hand, making me notice she’s holding something against my neck with the other. Out of the corner of my eye, I see exactly what it is, sending a flare of anger through my chest.
How the fuck did I mess up, not remembering the damn syringe? With everything going on, I didn’t even think twice about it. I saw it under the armchair when we first came in, but in the hustle of everything, it slipped my mind. Seeing Novak on top of Zamira stunned me to the point I couldn’t even make sure to grab the syringe before we left.
Stupid fucking mistake.
That’s why I can’t get distracted. Mistakes happen and people die.At this point, I’m not even thinking about the needle threatening to pierce my skin, I’m beating myself up for my sister’s death… again.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The depth of my voice exudes the anger begging to escape me. I’m in no position to be acting like an asshole considering she could easily inject me, take the keys, and scramble the fuck out of here before anyone else would notice, but she’s playing with fire.
“What the fuck am I doing? I should be asking you the same damn thing.” She punches her fist against my chest angrily, trying to hold back the faint sob that’s stuck in her throat.
What the hell has gotten into her? Just yesterday she was fucking stabbing a guy, screwing Theon, and having the time of her life with us in the club. Now she’s back to looking at me with so much disdain it’s unsettling.
“What the fuck are you talking about right now? If you didn’t notice, I just woke up so I’m a little confused on how I managed to piss you off before speaking.” Resting my head further into the pillow, I act unfazed by the position she’s got me in. Her face morphs into every emotion imaginable while she attempts to work out whatever she’s got going on in her brain.
“Ahh, did I piss you off in your dream? Is that it, temptress?” She’s going to gut me like a fish before she leaves this room if I continue to piss her off, but I can’t help it. Her anger fuels me, awakening something deep inside me that aches for her.
“You’re a fucking prick,” she grunts out, before punching my chest in the same spot as before. The wheels are turning in her head and she’s showing so many emotions, but she’s not fucking talking.
“I’m all for aggressive foreplay, but if you’re expecting me to actually talk to you, you’re gonna have to use your words, temptress.” As much as I love her angrily rubbing against my cock, I’d rather be fucking her hard, without a needle that will knock me out against my neck.
“Why did you want Novak so bad?” Her voice is controlled, calm, but I can see the quiver in her throat as she swallows. I figured Theon filled her in somewhat, but maybe he didn’t tell her anything about Allie.
“You don’t think he deserved to die?” My brows furrow looking at her, trying to gauge her reaction.
She growls, hitting me again. Damn, she’s got some strength in that little body of hers. “I didn’t say that. I want to know why you wanted him so badly?”
“He took something from me, something I’ll never be able to get back.” It rips my heart to shreds even thinking about my sister. Every day I live with regret, knowing it’s my fault Allie is gone. If I would’ve stopped her from going to the club, or pushed harder for her to stay home, she’d still be here. She would be living a happy life, like the beautiful soul she was. But she’s not, because I didn’t protect her. I didn’t save her.
“Your sister.” She cocks her head to the side, showing a hint of sadness swirling in her eyes that she quickly masks with her anger again. She didn’t say it in a questioning tone, just more affirmatively. It makes sense considering before she took over down there, I admitted that Allie was my sister, but she seems to be fishing for more than that.
Two can play this game, little temptress. “If you already know why I wanted to kill him, then why are you asking?”
“Was that the only reason you wanted to kill him?” Her voice is hesitant, but she remains strong, pressing the needle against my neck.
“The only reason? You don’t think the jackass killing my sister is enough? Leaving her for dead in the back alley, exposed to the world as she bled out while I cradled her dying body, sure fucking seems like a good reason to kill that scum.” My voice croaks, thinking about my sweet sister.
Memories of that day crash into me before I can stop them from playing in full color in my brain. Seeing Allie lose her life right before my eyes is permanently etched into my mind. Novak might not have been the one that killed her, but he deserved significantly worse.
“I-I didn’t know that.” I can see the confusion covering her face, letting me know Theon didn’t tell her anything about that day. It’s hard for us to talk about, but I figured he would’ve said something. He thinks I don’t notice, but I see how he’s letting Zamira in more and more each day. We all are.
“Yeah, well, maybe before you start fucking questioning my reasons, you should think about what you’re doing.” She’s really hitting a nerve with me right now.
“Tell me.” Her voice is softer than it was before, but I still see that dangerousness within her irises.
