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A thrill runs through me at hearing the words ‘you’re mine’ on his lips. I know he means them in a bad way but they still have the same effect. What he’s telling me is what I already know. I raise my chin once again and my cheek grazes past his. I lower my voice to a breathy whisper. “You want me, don’t you? You can’t stop thinking about me and it’s torturing you. In the shower, in bed, at school. Every minute of every day I’m in your head and it’s driving you insane. I occupy your thoughts and you don’t know whether to hate it or make your move.” I lick my lips and allow the very tip of my tongue to brush over his neck. “I was right. I do scare you.”
Slade shakes his head and steps back from me faster than lightning, making a smirk cut across my face. Fucking bingo. I knew it, though I doubt being the obsessive thought in his head could be a good thing, especially when a lot of those thoughts are centered around revenge.
“This is your last warning,” he tells me. “You fuck with me and I fuck with you.”
I drop down onto my bed and grin up at him as I wave my hand toward the window. “Be careful what you wish for, Cruz. I’m not like those easy bitches who fall at your feet. I told you before, if it’s a war you want, then it’s a war you’ll get and I won’t hold back. I will win this thing. You don’t have even the slightest idea who you’re messing with.”
“No, Virago. You don’t know who the fuck you’re messing with.”
Before I have even a small chance to respond, Slade disappears out my bedroom door and I groan. Is it too hard for him to have used the window and avoid the possibility of ru
I give myself a moment to calm my racing heart and find myself touching my neck right where Slade’s massive hand had curled around it. Why was that so hot? The thought of a man’s hand around my neck should terrify me but I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. He just wanted to prove a point.
I try to put it to the back of my mind. Thinking about it isn’t going to do me any favors. Instead, I fix up the sheets on my bed and slide down between them as I hear the soft click of the front door open and closing. The sound of a beastly truck starting up fills the night and I thank God that my family hasn’t come ru
Slade’s truck fades into a distant hum then soon disappears altogether and my breath finally comes easier.
What the hell was that?
Trying to forget about it, I slip my hand beneath my pillow and go to curl my fingers around the cool metal of my pocketknife, only there’s nothing there.
Remembering Slade had taken it from my hand, I feel around the bed, my floor, my bedside table, I search the whole fucking room before the realization dawns on me. He took it.