“I fuck you out of pity,” she states after I feel her take a breath, but it doesn’t come out as fiercely as she wants it to.
My finger touches her lip and pulls it down. “Did that lie taste sour leaving your lips?” I lean in, and she holds still.
“Not as sour as the lies that leak from yours.”
We both know that’s a lie.
We both hear the click of a gun and turn to find Angela standing behind us, gun ready and aimed in hand. She doesn’t have it pointed at me, though. No, it’s pointed at Chanel.
“Angela…”
“I see the way you look at her. It’s the way Keir looks at Sailor. I see it. Romarc never looked at me like that. He and all his harlots. I want someone to want me the way you want her.” She pauses, glancing at me. “You would kill for her.”
“I would,” I agree without a doubt. But what she doesn’t know is we all have our weak spots. Chanel may be one of mine, but not the only one. “If you don’t drop it.”
“You’ll what? Kill me? Keir never did, so why would you?” She drops her head to the side, then glances back at Chanel. I see her finger twitch, and just before she can pull the trigger, I reach for the gun and grip it. While she’s distracted with trying to wrestle the gun back, I shoot her in the stomach. But I am too late. In the struggle, her finger was able to squeeze the trigger and her gun went off.
My frantic gaze searches out Chanel, and I see her eyes wide as she stands there covered in blood before she falls to the floor.
“Where?” I grab for her to help lay her down, but she just stares at me. “Chanel. Where are you hurt?” I ask her again as my eyes scan her from top to bottom.
“I…”
Sergio is keeping an eye on Angela. He speaks to me in Italian, asking me if he can end her life.
“Finiscilo,” I tell him to finish it.
Chanel’s eyes lock on mine, and I want to lean in, but first, I reach for her shirt and lift it up to check for wounds. There’s nothing on her stomach. “You’re not hurt?”
“You shot her in front of me. Like she was nothing.” Her brows pull together. “Again.” Now she’s mad. “The next time you kill someone in front of me, I will knee you in the balls so fucking hard you won’t know which way is up.” The fire is back in her eyes. “I’m sick of being covered in blood when I am around you. Sick of it, you hear me?” She stands and glares down at Angela. “Think the crazy bitch would mind if I used her shower?” I look down at Angela to find her gone, her eyes wide open but they’re unseeing.
“No,” I say, standing to follow her.
“Don’t even fucking think about it.” She stomps off and up the stairs to what I guess are the main rooms. I hear a door slam before I look away.
“Keir is going to be pissed,” Sergio remarks.
“No, he won’t. He basically told me to do this.”
“Did he say to fix it?”
“Is that not what I did?” I question.
“Looks to me like you killed her, not so much…you know, fixed it.”
“Yeah, yeah. Semantics.” I make my way to the stairs.
“If she knees you in the balls, should I call an ambulance?” Sergio laughs.
“You’d be best calling the morgue with what I’m about to do to her.”
“You are so lost,” I hear Sergio mutter as I make my way up the stairs.
Her clothes are lying on the floor, meaning she must have torn them off as she walked up. The water is running as I make my way into the bathroom. Her back is to me, and her head is under the water as she washes her soft, long locks.
“I think you should touch yourself,” I tell her.
She groans loudly. “You really don’t listen to a word I say, do you?” But her hand moves like on autopilot to her breast at my words.
“No, but did you expect any less?” I sit on the closed toilet seat as she turns to face me, her body on full display. The more things I plan to do to that body, I can only imagine.
“I guess not.”
“Now, if you would be so kind…touch yourself.”
“How about no?” she answers, but her hand moves anyway. She rubs her breasts before she drops her hand between her legs and starts moving, and my cock strains against my pants.
“Now, tell me, how much do you want me to bend you over right now and take your sweet-ass pussy into my mouth and have it for lunch, dinner, and dessert?” She presses herself up against the shower door, the steam coating the glass, her breasts now squashed against it and her hand just visible as she rubs her clit.