Which makes me wonder something and I raise my voice to ask, “Floris, do you kiss women?”
“Fuck, yes.Because kissing men doesn’t do it for me.”Floris chuckles, and it fades when Fiero hits a button, causing the screen between us to close.
Fiero pins me with a look, one I’ve come to recognize.His asshole self is about to rear its ugly head and I’m not going to sit here and take it.
“Shut up,” I calmly state, surprising myself with the mere but firm whisper.“I’m not interested in your opinion.I just stated a simple fact.Which could have been met with a simple yes.You’re the one who threw out the clinical not giving a fuck, cold fish shit.You, me, Floris, every damn person in this fucked-up world gets born, gets to live, and then dies.The way one lives?The limitations everyone sets for themselves is no one’s business.Why?Very simple.You can’t count on anything when it comes to living.It’s unstable, just like you and your intense opinions forged from Silly Putty.”
“Silly Putty,” he mutters, as if he can’t believe what I just said.
“Yeah, it’s oil-based and won’t dry out.Mold it into any shape, stretch, twist, squish...that’s what you do when you throw out your opinion.”
A bark of laughter rips from him and I can only stare, especially when it flows into a husky chuckle.
The screen lowers and I hear Floris ask, “Did you just laugh?”
Fiero hits the button and the screen slides back in place.“You have a nice way with words.We’re almost at the warehouse, and I need you to stay outside of the room once we get there.You will be able to watch and hear while I’m in the room with your father.”
“Okay,” I tell him, accepting the abrupt change of topic.“Though, you did promise I could ask questions myself.”
Fiero gives me a tight nod.“Your questions might change after hearing the information he gives me.”
“Fine.”I turn my head to the window and stare out as the limousine slowly comes to a stop.
My heart picks up and it has nothing to do with Fiero holding out his hand for me after he gets out of the limousine.I accept the gesture and slide out of the vehicle to brace myself for the confrontation.
The questions running through my head are based on anger, on the situation, on the things that happened, and I definitely hope to get some straight answers.On the other hand, I’m intrigued with what Fiero just said.The past few days I’ve spent with him, along with everything I know about him is enough to know the man doesn’t make suggestions, or acts, without thinking things through.
It's why I accepted the deal...deals.Plural since the man keeps offering new ones.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
–FIERO –
I step inside the room where Quinn’s father has been held captive for the past few days.Floris called ahead to let Buck know we were coming.Buck put Andrew in a chair to make questioning easier.
The way Andrew is staring at me in horror shows I don’t need him restrained to get the repeated answers to the questions I’m going to ask for Quinn’s sake.We’ve already done this dance and even if the fucker lied to me the first time I had him here for questioning, the second time I left no room for lies.
