“Hello?” Honey said when he didn’t respond.
“Will you ever be happy to see me?” he asked.
Of course, she would never be happy to see him. Why would she be? A man who had no respect for her boundaries or wishes was a man she would never be happy to see. She was certain that every woman felt that way about the man harassing them. Honey nearly scuffed, hating when he asked questions like this as if they were close and she was wronging him.
But she tried to tamp down her annoyance and keep her face neutral. She would end this conversation quickly. Hopefully, Nikos would see her text before coming over tonight. She didn’t want them to accidentally run into each other. That would open a can of worms that neither of them would be prepared for.
Just the idea of Antonis knowing about her relationship with Nikos made her skin crawl because she knew he would have no mercy for Nikos. And though Nikos had gained a lot of power while Antonis had been in a coma, Antonis was a different type of crazy, and they would never be able to fight against hisinsanity. She just hoped the fact that Nikos was Giannis Drakos’s son would be enough to make Antonis hesitate.
“Can I help you?” Honey repeated, hoping that Antonis would get to the point. She didn’t have time to be standing at this door all night.
“Yes. You can actually help me with something,” Antonis said. He took a step forward, and Honey stepped back, not wanting to be too close to him. But he only moved forward again, and in turn, she moved back until he was in her apartment.
“What is your problem?” Honey asked before she stood her ground.
“Is this yours?” Antonis asked before he pulled a necklace out of his pocket. Honey frowned, seeing blood on it, and before she could say no, she took a closer look at it.
She nearly fell to her knees when she realized the necklace was hers. It was the Jesus piece necklace she had given Nikos. It was the same necklace she had worn every day, but after Antonis had come back, she had given it to Nikos in hopes that it would protect him, but the blood was proof that it had done otherwise.
Her stomach dropped, realizing what it meant for Antonis to have the necklace she had given Nikos with blood on it. She wanted to believe it was someone else’s blood, but deep down inside, she knew.
She knew.
“What did you do?” Honey asked.
“My nephew made a grave mistake by touching you,” Antonis said, and Honey gasped, realizing that he knew about their relationship. He knew, and though she desperately wanted to know how he found out, she was more worried about Nikos.
Antonis looked at her with the darkest look he had ever given her before, and it terrified her, and she wondered what he would do to her. Antonis had never harmed her before but that didn’t mean he couldn’t. She desperately wanted to grab her phone and call the police, but she knew it would be futile, and there was nothing that she could do against a man as powerful as Antonis.
“Before I went into a coma, I had been worried,” Antonis admitted. “My nephew was flirtatious and charming.”
Hearing the past tense made her eyes water. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be. Maybe he had harmed him, but he wouldn’t kill him. He couldn’t.
“And then you had smiled at him that night, and no matter what I’ve done for you all these years, you have never smiled at me once. But I had hoped you wouldn’t sleep with my nephew. I warned you both,” he said as if he had been kind, and they were the ones wrong for going against his order. That was the kind of man he was. Insane.
“Imagine my surprise when I learned what you two have been doing while I was resting,” Antonis said, trembling with rage and anger. “I’m pissed off just thinking about everything you both did together and the fact that he even got close to your son.”
“How do you know that?” Honey asked shakily, but Antonis ignored her.
“How many times did you fuck him?” he asked her, and her eyes widened with disbelief. “I should have put that many bullets inside him.”
“You’re crazy,” Honey uttered as tears fell from her eyes.
She wanted to believe it wasn’t true, wanted to believe that he had only harmed Nikos, but the more he spoke, the more thereality became clear. He had killed Nikos. Her tears would not stop falling, and her heart ached with pain. He was gone.
“You can’t think you’re going to get away with this.”
Antonis had done many things to the men she had been with before, but those men had just been regular people. Nikos was not a regular man. He was the son of one of the most powerful men, a man who was also Antonis’s boss. If Nikos’s father found out, he would kill him.
“Nothing will happen to me if they think another crew did it. In this line of business, people get murdered all the time. Giannis will understand that,” Antonis said, grinning wildly, and Honey wanted to scream as more tears poured. Antonis had planned it all, and he would probably get away with murdering Nikos without his family finding out.
“Get out!” Honey yelled.
She wanted him out of her apartment and out of her sight now. She hated him. She despised him so much that she wanted to kill him herself. He had killed Nikos, and the pain of it was breaking her heart to the point that it wanted to burst. She was devastated, and she wanted to break down, but she wanted him gone first.
“Come back to work and stop the cooking bullshit,” he said, and Honey’s eyes widened. “I know everything, and whatever fantasy world you both made together is over.”
Honey was overwhelmed with many emotions, and she couldn’t understand how he knew all of these things. She thought that she and Nikos had been careful, but clearly, they hadn’t been. She should have known that someone as obsessive as Antonis would be able to find out eventually.
