“There is every reason. I’m the only person she knows. She would feel better if I was here.”
“Sapphire, no.” His eyes were cold, and I tried to search for the familiar warmth within him, but instead, it was as if I had no idea who this man in front of me was. It was obvious there was no point in reasoning with him, so I passed by him, made my way to the station, and was about to climb the stairs leading to the door, when his firm hands around my waist stopped me and held me still.
“Stop acting like a spoiled brat.” His words were whispered, and since I was pushed against him, my back to his front, he had all the power. His voice was low, dangerous, and made my body react in a way that I didn't expect and couldn’t understand.
“She needs me.”
“Going in there would solve nothing. Right now, they don’t know anything about you except that she gave them your name. The minute you go inside, they would track your every move and try to find any leads in the case. If she is a dealer”—my body jerked in denial, but he just pressed his hand harder on my stomach to keep me put—“I’m talking about them. If she is a dealer, it means you could have known about this as well. They would bring up everything, Sapphire, and when I say everything, I mean every damn thing.” As he finished speaking, I froze in his arms.
Everything.
I couldn't let that happen.
Not now.
Not ever. They couldn't dig into the events that lead us to live like we did.
The alternative was too dangerous, although my life was already in danger with this sociopath. Speaking of which…
“I forgot to tell you something.”
His lips trailed down my neck and he inhaled my smell, which sent goosebumps down my spine. “What?” he whispered in my ear.
“Sociopath.”
“What about him?” he growled.
“He sent me another e-mail.”
“What did it say?”
“That I had one day left.”
He tensed and then spun me around, so we were facing each other. “I’ll protect you. You have nothing to fear.” It sounded like a promise, but with all the things that were happening lately, it was hard to believe.
“I’m scared, and this situation with Sophie isn’t helping either.”
“I know, honey. Go home with Alan, change, and I’ll meet you back at my house. We will discuss everything, and I prefer to have you where I can keep an eye on you.”
I had no strength left to fight his attitude and what he was asking of me, because I had nothing else to do. “Okay.”
He gave me a peck on the cheek and then smiled. “Good girl.” He let go of me, and I noticed how Jefferson and Alan were looking everywhere but us, clearly giving us privacy to sort out our problems. Dominic walked me to the car. I sat inside and left to do as he asked. Dozing off to the steady rhythm of the ride, I heard the sound of a new e-mail notification on my phone. Without much fear, because I couldn’t be frightened more than I already was, I opened it and read. I think that was the moment I understood my life as I knew it was over.
Freedom or Sophie?
Choose.
Sociopath
The message was loud and clear.
He was giving me an out at the expense of my friend. Or he could free Sophie, but take me.
Choice.
Ironically, I had none at the moment, and if I had no idea how to live my life in this new world a year ago, now I had different kinds of feelings. There was no world for me anymore.
Sociopath
Choice.
We both knew she had no choice, but it was important to give her an out. As I suspected, her stupid friend was useful. It wasn't that hard for those men to convince her to join their business. I was simply the one who made sure the FBI knew about this deal.
She should be grateful to me. I saved her fucking life. They wouldn't have ever let Sophie go. They would have used her in the human trafficking business they ran. I used the situation to my advantage. I wanted her to give in by her own choice. I didn’t want to hurt her or kidnap her coldly.
No, she was mine after all.
I had to take care of her. I was going fucking crazy with desire and the images in my head. It got harder every day to suppress my cravings.
I wanted to fuck her so badly, to make her gag on my cock, and watch her swallow everything I gave her. Then she would sit on my face and I would thoroughly lick her and make her come with my mouth, tongue, and fingers. Only then would I push her against the wall and fuck her.
My dick was so fucking hard.
Yes, it was time.
One more day. She would be mine, claimed, and conquered.
Opening my wardrobe, I searched for my old coat and jeans, which were given to me as a gift by my grandmother. I wanted to rip apart all my other clothes because of what they represented. My hair was loose, covering half of my face, and the rain was pounding on the window. As much as I loved it, the idea of being alone in the night during the rain didn't thrill me. A soft knock sounded on the door, and Mary entered.