Drake raises one eyebrow, a smirk curling up his lips. His sharp jawline could cut steel, those glacial, ice cold eyes narrow as he assesses me.
If I wasn’t worried about dying, I’d say he was pretty fucking hot.
“You’re The Bloodhound,” I relent, answering what he’s really asking.
His chest is barely an inch from mine when he finally halts.
I force myself not to cower in terror, and meet his strong, unnerving gaze.
“You kissed me.” Drake tilts his head like I’m a puzzle he’s trying to figure out.
“So you wouldn’t swallow a drug cocktail.” Flies out.
He just stares at me. I shift on my feet, uncomfortable.
“Why?” He asks simply. “You know who I am.”
I stay silent.
He growls, lowly. The small step he takes has our chest’s pressed together. He leans down, probably about to make some sort of threat but I involuntarily flinch away.
Drake freezes.
A moment later, he reaches out. His fingers curl around my chin, raising my head to meet his gaze.
“Why?” He says softly. My heart thuds, somewhere between scared and fucking terrified.
I swallow deeply. “That shit fucks you up. No one deserves that.”
His fingers tighten on my face. “They did it to you.” It’s not a question.
I pull away, taking a step back but I answer him all the same. “Not them.”
Drake and I just stare at each other.
I have a feeling he doesn’t really know what to do with me.
He takes one step, my feet and eyes are rooted to the ground. I prepare myself for whatever he’s about to do to me.
This time when his fingers grip my chin, he tilts my head up then his hand drops.
“Chin up,” he says roughly. “Don’t show anyone fear and they can’t control you. Includinghim.”
I draw on any strength I have left and stand straighter, looking directly into his steel gaze. He studies me for a moment before nodding.
“Let’s go, Hellfire.”
I set my cup down on the table.
“I need to speak to Drake alone, please.”
There’s a resounding different arrays of ‘fuck, no.’
“Okay!” I throw my hands up. “Whatever your problem is with him, he will not hurt me. You will be right there if anything could but won’t happen.” I stride over to Luc and take the handgun from him.
“Now I have a weapon. We good now? Think you can trust me?” I say maybe a little too harshly. The guys flinch back and guilt floods me. I sigh. Fuck.
“I’m sorry. I’m okay, alright? I swear, he won’t hurt me.” I say softly.
