Desire...

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She's Cracked

She's Cracked

We had just pulled up in front of the boutique when my phone rang. Checking the caller identification, I cursed.

"Shit," I said. "It’s my uncle."

I answered the phone in Russian, not wanting Desire to understand me. Just in case my uncle had something bad to say and so that I could speak freely. Not to mention, Russian was his native tongue.

"Hello Androv, where are you?"

"Kilo. I am at your place. I’m with your friends.," he sighed. "They are telling me many interesting things about your companion."

I rolled my eyes. D! That bastard. So much for pretending she’s not a hostage. Fuck.

"I don't acre what they have said," I replied.

"Kilo, what are you up to my son?" He hissed into the phone. "You kidnapped a girl and brought her with you?"

I glanced at Desire. She was watching me intently. She looked scared. I'm sure part of her fear was my speaking in another language.

"Your friends. They talk to much. You should get rid of them," he said.

"I might just do that," I said angrily.

I let out a sigh of relief.

Good. He’s not tripping.

Well, at least not yet.

"Come back from where you are. I will wait here for you," he said.

I huffed. "The girl is mine Androv. I am going to keep her."

I could hear him laughing on the other end ao I laughed as well. With my uncle that didn't mean shit. He is known to laugh right before he kills you. The key is in knowing the difference in his laughs.

"They want me to kill her for you."

My jaw clenched in anger and I glanced at her. The beauty sitting next to me. She had the sweetest lips I had ever tasted.

I’m not done with them yet.

Not by a long shot.

"What did you tell them?" I asked quietly.

"I told them my English is not very good," he said and I smiled.

"She is your problem. I will meet her first," he said. "Then we'll see."

I hung up the phone and rubbed my eyes.

No! We won't see. They'll see.

"I hope you are as charming for my uncle as you are for me Doll Face," I said.

"Why are you staring like that?" she asked, frightened.

I decided just to lay it out there. "My uncle knows you are my hostage. He’s waiting for us at my place."

She gasped in fear and began to look around in a panic. "If you let me go right now, I’ll find my own way home!" She said, begging. "I won’t say anything! You can hit me! I’ll pretend to have amnesia I-"

"Stop!" I screamed at her, not really meaning too.

Instantly, she began to cry.

Fuck.

That is the second time I have scared her by losing my temper. I've been doing my best to keep her from being afraid of me and then I go and scream at her. How am I supposed to fix the way she looks at me if I keep losing my temper. It's not even her that I'm mad at. It's...me. "I’m sorry baby. I shouldn’t have yelled," I said. "Don’t be afraid of me. Please. I don’t want you afraid of me," I said honestly, staring down at my hands.

"Oh???" She screeched. "Really?"

Then she began to laugh and cry at the same time.

She's cracked. Oh fuck.

"If you don’t want me to be scared of you then don’t yell at me like that! Asshole!" she snapped.

I laughed and smiled, wondering at her beauty even when she was nuts. "Thank you for not screaming murderer," I said.

"You’re welcome," she said angrily.

"Don’t worry Doll Face. He doesn’t want to kill you," I said reassuringly and reached out to barely trace her bare legs.

At least I don't think he does.

She was watching my fingers as they traveled up and down her flesh.

"There’s one way to make sure he doesn’t," I said and winked.

"I can’t wait to hear it," she said slapping my hand away.

I folded my hands together in my lap and sighed.

I am such a fucken dick sometimes, I swear.

"Say that you’ll do that job with us in Barcelona," I said. "If he knows you’re on board everything will be cool."

She appeared tired in that moment. Sad and exhausted. I wanted to hold her, but of course, I didn't.

"Okay. I’ll do the job with you," she said, turning to stare out the window.

I let out a sigh of relief, then feeling like a bastard, I said "Good choice baby."

Perfect. That gives me more time with you.

I got what I wanted, but I couldn't help, but feel like the biggest piece of shit in the world.


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