You are dying. Confess your sins now, child, or you’ll never be welcomed into heaven. My mother wrung her hands. Confess how you screwed up our life. How you ruined your brother’s life. How you’ve ruined a man’s heart. Just die already.
Q hadn’t made a sound, even though the road was littered with twigs and crackly leaves. Somehow he’d tracked me down, pounced silently, and now held me captive.I waited for the flutter of heartbeats—the knowledge and warmth that even though I hurt him so much last night, he couldn’t bear to let me go.
Only a dark stain appeared, clouding my thoughts, reminding me I had women’s blood beneath my fingernails and if I felt one emotion, I’d have to feel everything.Q didn’t say a word, striding purposely toward the house.I pinched his butt, but he didn’t flinch. Let me go, Q.
Never. You’re not f**king walking out of my life like this. Not yet. His voice sounded off—fierce, angry, almost afraid.What are you doing? I didn’t like the energy he emitted—the uncomfortable, edgy vibe.
He growled low in his chest, muttering a curse in French. He raised his voice. You’re going to do something for me before you go.
I frowned. What do you want me to do?I swallowed thickly, licking my oversized lips. Wh—why?
He frowned, bouncing around in my crazy funhouse vision. Did you just ask why, puta? He shook his head, looking at Ryan. Rule number one. You never ask questions. Ryan. Please show this bitch what I expected from her.I watched in horrifying slow motion as Ryan sucker-punched a girl in the gut. She bent over, jerked to a halt by the manacles. She screamed, crying uncontrollably.
Because she’s been naughty. A child needs discipline. Yes. A child needs discipline. I should know. I suffered enough slaps while I grew up.No. this is different. Don’t forget. Never forget this is wrong. So wrong.