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"You mean you don't?"
Two can play the same game, Michele. And I'm not one to back down.
His face erupts into a wide grin.
"Of course not. I may have fucked her once or twice, but nothing that deep," he forces himself to keep the same amused expression, but he doesn't fool me.
"Really? That so?" I flutter my lashes. "I know it was you. The man on the motorcycle. You sure care too much about someone you claim you just fucked once or twice."
"I don't know what you're talking about," he grinds his teeth—the first sign I hit a sire spot.
"So youreallydon't love her?" I inquire again, my mouth curling up.
"I can't stand the bitch," he declares, his voice going up a notch just as he puts some space between us.
He's going on the defensive, and it's all right there for me to see.
"Right," I nod. "Then you'll have nothing against me playing with her. You know I have unfettered access to her, don't you?"
He doesn't answer. His nostrils flare as his eyes glint dangerously.
There it is, that flicker of emotion.
Venezia was wrong—oh, so very wrong. Michele doesn'tnotlove her. And it's tearing him on the inside to feel like that.
"What are you trying to say, Noelle?" Each word is measured, his tone even and grave.
"Last we saw each otheryouwere the expert in poisons. You tell me," I pause when I realize how rattled he's becoming. "A drop of arsenic. Maybe cyanide. Belladonna," I muse out loud.
But before I can add anything more, my back hits the car door—hard enough to knock the wind out of me. His gloved fingers curl around my neck, holding so tight I can't help but wheeze in an effort to find my breath.
"I may have underestimated you, Noelle. So you'd harm an innocent just to get what you want?"
"Why are you so surprised?" I meet his gaze with mine, showing him he doesn't scare me. "We're the same."
"We're not," his lip twitches. "I don't kill innocents. And neither will you. I find that you've laid one finger—just one—on any part of her body, or that you've tried to do her harm in any way shape or form, and you will rue the day you were born. Both you and my brother. Iwillkill you then. I will rip you apart, limb by limb, and I will give you the slowest death humanly possible. You have my vow on that, Noelle."
In no time he's off me and going back to his car. Bringing my hand to my neck to massage my skin, I watch his retreating figure and the way I know his presence can only lead to disaster.
"Why did you come here, Michele?" I ask one last time.
He stops, offering me only a glimpse of his profile.
"To get an answer."
"And?" I tilt my head, narrowing my eyes at him.
He smiles.
"I got everything I needed."
He doesn't linger, opening the door to his car and swerving out of the parking lot, leaving me behind blinking in confusion.
He never told me what the question was…
THIRTY-ONE
NOELLE
