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“You,” he tells me. “Let’s talk.”
He starts moving toward the back of the cabin. Of course, he’s mad because of me. Who else?
“Now, Rose,” his retreating form tells me as he keeps walking.
“Someone’s in trouble,” Lik chuckles.
I narrow my eyes at him as I walk after Sam, but I don’t say anything. Something bad is happening.
I follow him into a small room he uses as an office at the back of the house. He lets me in, closes the door, and locks it. My heart takes a plunge.
Don’t close the door. Why would you close the door? Why is it locked?
“Let me out.” It comes quickly followed by a panic I can’t control.
“Bianco isn’t here. He’s in prison, far away from us, and he’s never getting out. You’re safe even when a door is closed and locked.”
I hear his reasoning clearly, but I can’t control the fear.
“Lovebug,” he insists. He grabs my shoulders softly, and I look up at him. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know,” I nod, trying to convince myself as much as he is.
“Nevertheless, I do want to have a private talk with you.”
I nod again. “Me too.”
He sits down on a large armchair and taps his thigh. I sit on his lap, and he plays with my new blonde strands. “Cute.”
But I can’t process it because I notice the busted knuckles and bruises on his hand. Before I can ask anything, he says, “Did you know I see a therapist?”
My eyes practically bulge out of my head. “No,” I reply simply.
“It can get heavy on my mind to kill. And I processed a lot of my childhood stuff with her. You know, about parents and all.”
“Her?” I snap.
He chuckles as he tugs my blonde hair harshly, making me wince. “You’ve always been a jealous girl. Such a naughty look on you.”
“Whatever,” I mumble.
“Anyway. I couldn’t recommend it enough. She’s helped me through my problems. So much. I tell her I’m a takeover artist. And she helps me when I feel horrible about ‘ruining someone’s life’ by ‘taking over their company’. Obviously, I can’t tell her I actually kill people.”
He looks at me while he pauses. Observing my features, running his eyes across my face and then back to looking at mine.
“I would like you to see a therapist, Rose. Once all of this is over,” he tells me knowingly.
“All of this?”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Don’t play dumb with me.” He nudges me off him and gets up as I sit back down on the chair.
He paces around the room as he talks to me. “I’ve been trying to catch Aaron Williams for weeks. Although, I’m sure you know that since you went to him last week.”
Shit.
“I was going to tell you, Sam. I’ve been trying to understand this myself. Please don’t be mad. You have every reason to but…but just try to understand.”
He ignores my words.
