Page 89 of Madness


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I drop the gun, letting it clank to his marble floor, and reach up, gripping his arm defensively.

“You’re really turning me on, doll face.” He chuckles. “Did you come over because you need to be tied down and fucked in the ass?”

I wiggle, trying to get free, and I can’t miss the feeling of his hard dick pressing against my ass. “Hai—” His arm tightens, cutting off any chance to breathe, let alone talk.

I kick my feet out and try to twist my body out of his hold, but it’s no use. My face pounds, my ears ring, and my chest is on fire from lack of oxygen. My body begins to give out on me, losing its fight, and I go limp.

He lets go of me, and I fall to the floor, my side landing on the gun. I cough, turning onto my back to stare at his high vaulted ceiling with my knees bent.

“Go home, Charlotte,” he orders, sounding far away.

“What…do you want?” I ask, getting to my hands and knees. Fuck, this is not going how I wanted it to.

“Nothing from you,” he answers, not even bothering to look over at me. I’m no longer worth his time. He’s proved his point. Picking up the remote, he turns up the sound on the TV to drown out anything further I might say.

I grab my gun, get to my shaking knees, pick up my purse, and storm out of his house just as fast as I entered, slamming the doors and hoping they fucking break. Getting in my SUV, I begin to cry.

I wipe at the tears angrily because I don’t even have control over my own emotions right now. I hate how weak I get when I’m mad. My father once told me, “Feeling anything is a weakness, darling. No one will take orders from a woman who cries.”

Taking a deep breath, I throw my head back, staring at the starlight headliner inside my Cullinan as I try to get my emotions under control. Closing my eyes, I count to ten, taking a few deep breaths until I feel like I can think clearly.

Starting up my car, I pull up “Acid Annie” by Natalia Kills on my phone and connect it to my Bluetooth and turn it up all the way. I know what I’m about to do will fucking piss him off, but I no longer care. I’ll hit him where it’ll count and then face the consequences later.

HAIDYN

“Honeymoon stage over already?”

I look up to see Adam standing in the kitchen with nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs on. “What makes you say that?”

“I walked in on you and your girl fucking around earlier.” His eyes meet mine, and he smiles. “I was rooting for her to shoot you,” he jokes and wiggles his eyebrows. “I like her.”

“Don’t,” I warn.

“What?” He shrugs.

“I’ve had enough close calls with death that I don’t need any more.” At the mention of my close calls to death, my hand goes to my chest, rubbing the tender spot where I was recently shot. It’s getting better.

Her words drown out my previous thoughts.In a world where it’s either you or me…I’ll always choose me.

Fuck, she was on fire. I understand it was anger, but it was sexy as hell. The way she barged into my house. The fact that she came prepared to shoot me had me hard as a rock. I wanted to rip off her clothes, pin her down on the floor, and fuck her ass while she held the gun to my face. It’s an adrenaline rush that I haven’t experienced in a long time.

For someone who has a cunt, she’s got balls.

I like it.It’s refreshing. She’s exactly what I’ve been looking for in my repetitive life. Giving me something to do.

“Is this what she wants?” Adam asks, looking at the laptop on the kitchen island.

“Yep.” It was right there the whole time. She never saw it and didn’t even look for it. She thought I had it hidden away where she couldn’t find it.

“Find anything on it?” he asks.

“Not that I could see. I was wondering if you could look at it.” He nods. “She’s receiving emails from an encrypted address. They also seem to be deleted after she views them. I couldn’t get far, but I figured you could give it a try.” She had a few pictures of me saved, but other than that, there was nothing I could see.

“Of course.” He pulls a beer out of the fridge and pops off the cap before taking a sip.

“What do you think they’re looking for?”

I run a hand through my hair. “I have no fucking clue.”