My brows furrowed as I tried to match his expression. “How do you know?”
“What’s he do for work?”
“Finance.”
“What’s his last name?” He fired the questions fast, trying to trip me up.
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie to me, Blair.” His dark eyes stayed on the road as the sun set to our right.
“Seriously, I don’t know. I’ve met him maybe a handful of times. They prefer me away, which is why I’m at Saint Vale. Since the day my mother met him, I’ve either been at some boarding school or university.”
He drummed his hand against the steering wheel, thinking.
Of my punishment, probably. Or the next psychotic thing to do to terrify me.
He leveled his elbow on the center console, glaring at me. “Do you want me to take your eye next?”
“I’d prefer you not because I still won’t have that answer for you.”
“I believe those words would change if I had a scalpel to your eye.” He mockingly winked at me before making a slice motion under his brow. “I think you’d tell me everything I wanted to know about what was in your pretty little head.”
I raised a shoulder, a sarcastic expression on my face. “So you think I’m pretty.”
“I wouldn’t have had you on your knees, choking on my cock, if I didn’t.”
I coughed, suppressing any argument I had back.
“Why did the government seal your records?”
How did he know that?
That meant he was getting too close to things I didn’t want him to know.
Things he wasn’t allowed to know.
I tried to hide the fear sinking inside me. “I don’t know what records you’re referring to.”
He lowered the window, and a rush of cold air smacked me in the face. I held in a breath as he veered sharply into the other lane. Since that was what he’d done the entire drive, I expected him to rejoin the correct lane.
He stomped on the gas pedal, and we sped ahead, driving straight toward incoming traffic. The semi barreling in our direction blared its horn.
“You won’t do it,” I said through gritted teeth as I tried to maintain my composure and not let him witness my fear. My hair flew in every direction, and I swatted it away to keep my eyes on the road ahead of us.
He gripped the steering wheel tight with both hands, as if he were a race-car driver on his final lap, and turned his head. His haunting eyes locked with mine, brimmed with challenge.
I looked away, my lip trembling as we got closer to the semi.
“Don’t tell me I won’t do something. It only makes me enjoy that challenge,” he said. “I value no lives, Blair. Including my own.”
I winced, cupping my hands over my ears at the semi’s blaring horn in the background.
The tight knot in my throat dissolved as I screamed, “Okay! Okay! My stepfather had them sealed!”
The semi’s blinding headlights pierced the car, and I squeezed my eyes shut as Enzo jerked the wheel back into our lane, narrowly missing a minivan. He didn’t ease the gas once we were safely back in our lane, keeping his illegal speed as he continued driving toward the university.
I sat there, heart pounding, waiting for him to list off the rest of his questions about everything he wanted to know. I didn’t blame him for his curiosity, especially for someone who had access to everything like he did.
