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“Fuck that, you’ll have to give me something better,” I quip. “Why did you print out her face and slap on that horrible quote? Why is Nathan there and a bunch of other people from her diary? And why is my face on there too along with a fucked-up line about me not being innocent?”
He lifts me again and pulls me so close that all the air is knocked from my lungs. “Hate me all you want, it won’t change anything.”
“Tell me why,” I growl. “At least give me my dignity.”
He snorts and shoves me up against a wall. “You already lost your dignity the moment you came to me and begged.” He tugs at my hair until my face turns upward, and he leans in to press an actual fucking kiss onto my skin. “And I would hang those posters a thousand times over if it means I could hear you say those words again. So beg.”
I’m so fucking angry I could scream, but if I did, everyone would look and kick us out. And Felix said he was here for a purpose. What if it’s tied to those posters? Even though it’s beyond fucked up what he made Dylan and Alistair do, there must be a reason. I have to believe it, or else all my pain will have been for nothing.
My fingers push against his chest, but he grabs my hands and pins them above my head to the wall. Then he plants another deep, sultry kiss onto my skin, turning up the heat, and I can’t stop the moan from spilling from my mouth when he grinds up against me.
“Please …”
“Go on,” he murmurs.
“Stop.”
He pulls away, his eyes narrowing. “You trying to back out of our agreement, Pen?” He makes a tsk sound. “I expected more from you. You know I won’t allow it.”
“No,” I say. “I just need you to stop trying to hurt me.”
He tilts his head, and a deadly smirk slowly forms on his face. “I’m not going to stop until I have what I came here for. And what I need is for you to suffer in silence while I do what I do best.”
“And what’s that?” I ask. “Bully girls?”
“Destroy people.”
He says it with such a stone-cold look that I feel the chill in my bones.
“And that includes me,” I say under my breath.
“If it gets me what I want,” he replies.
“What the fuck do you even want, Felix?”
He stares me down like only a cold-hearted killer could. “Revenge.”
The air is thick with electricity, and all I can think about is how much I want to steal his knife and ram it straight into his heart … and then let him rail me up against this wall.
Fuck. I hate how confused he makes me.
“You wanted my help? You got it,” he growls. “Then take it like a good girl.” He narrows his eyes and leans in. “And get out of my way before I finger fuck you in front of this entire crowd.”
I swallow. Hard.
Suddenly, his phone rings, and it distracts us both.
He pulls away from me and answers, “What do you want?”
“He dialed the fucking phone.” I can hear Dylan’s voice blasting through the speakers.
“Put the burner phone against your phone. I wanna have a word.”
“Who?” I ask.
He shoves me aside and walks off through the crowd, leaving me breathless and infuriated at the same time. A toxic combination.
But I’m not going to let him get away that easily.
When I spot him going up the stairs, still clutching that phone to his ear, I run through the crowd as fast as I can, chasing after him. I catch up halfway toward the building’s exit. He just put down his phone, so the conversation is finished, but I missed half of it.
Shit.
Right before he reaches the door, I sneak sideways past him and block the exit.
His nostrils flare. “Move.”
“No. If this has something to do with those posters, I want to know what this guy wants and why you would do such fucked-up shit.”
He gets up in my face, planting a fist against the wall to my left. “You can’t handle it, little girl.”
“Do I look like a little girl to you?”
He towers over me. “Yeah. You shove your nose into business it doesn’t belong.”
“You made it my business the second you used her stuff and my photo.” I fold my arms and plant my feet firmly against the sides of the wall. “Now I’m coming with, or we’re both going to be stuck here together.”
He grumbles out loud, borderline raging in front of everyone. “You wanna see? Fine, I’ll fucking show you.” Then suddenly, he puts his hands on my waist and lifts me. I squeal as he throws me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” I yell as he marches out the door. “I can fucking walk.”
