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He’s here.
Before I have a chance to flee, he’s on top of me, arm over my throat, pressing us nose to nose. The slither of moonlight peeking in from the curtains illuminates his eyes. They glow, like a hungry predator’s and I’m his prey.
“Get off me!” I cry, slapping at his arm. His hold isn’t tight, but it’s rigid enough that I can’t escape.
“I think not.” His voice is smooth, dangerous, and in the darkness, it’s amplified tenfold. “Awful soon is now, wee doll.”
I don’t know how Punky found me, but he can’t be here. It’s not safe…for either of us.
“I think we need to have a talk.”
“About what? I told you everything I k-know.”
“Bullshit!” he sneers, pushing harder against my neck. “Yer gonna tell me how ye knew about tonight.”
“I can’t,” I pant, squirming beneath him.
“Can’t? Or won’t?”
“Can’t. How’d you know where I live?”
Punky loosens the pressure but doesn’t let me go. “Y’ve got a brass neck on ye like a jockey’s bollocks, Baby! I’ve met no one like ya. Most would be pleadin’ for their life, but not you. Yer askingmequestions instead.”
“I told you, I’m not afraid of you,” I state with conviction because Punky is the good guy—even if he doesn’t believe it.
I’m not making excuses for his behavior because he’s done some really shitty things, but so have I. We’ve both got an agenda, but it seems we’ll happily sacrifice that to protect the other. It doesn’t make sense. I don’t understand why we connect this way, but I feel like I’ve known Punky my entire life.
I was sent here with an ulterior motive, one I willneverdivulge, but pretending to like him has never been the problem because I like himtoomuch.That’sthe problem.
I knew the consequences of telling him that he was going to be raided. But I had to tell him because I was the one who planted those drugs. But I had no other choice. This was just another way to get what they want. That’s why I was working at the party.
But when Punky confessed his past, about whattheydid to him, to his mother, I just couldn’t do that to him as I knew he would go down too. And now, that choice has fucked everything up beyond repair. But I wouldn’t take it back.
I need to find another way to get what I want. And using Punky isn’t one of them.
“Connor doesn’t let just anyone into the house. The work form ya filled in had all the information I needed.”
Shit.
Frantically scanning over everything I wrote on there, I realize my address is the only thing Punky knows.
“I answered yer question, it’s time ya answered mine.”
“I overheard one of the waiters—”
“Quit yer lyin’!” he exclaims, not buying into my bullshit. “I’ll not tell ya again.”
“It’s the truth!” I cry, twisting madly, desperate to break free.
“What,who’reye protectin’?” he asks, putting two and two together.
I stop fighting and turn my cheek, ashamed of the looming tears. I have no right to cry. “I can’t tell you, Punky, because if I do…he’ll kill me.”
Silence.
The room is eclipsed in total darkness, and it’s just Punky and me versus the world.
He realizes I’m not being melodramatic. “Who will? For fuck’s sake!”
