Everything happens at warp speed from there.
A large hand covers my mouth, and I’m shoved through the door.
“Shh…” the voice coos in my ear. “I’ll let you go if you promise not to scream.”
No way am I not screaming. A strange man is in my home. His hands are covering my mouth.
Fuck that.
I’m screaming like a damn banshee the moment he removes his grip on me.
Only me. This shit only happens to me.
I have no idea who this crazy man is or what he wants. My heart rattles in my chest as I try to figure out what to do. Better yet, what does he want with me?
“Come on. Be a good girl, firefly. Nod your head…tell me that you’ll remain quiet.”
Firefly?
Where have I heard that nickname before?
“Careful, Firefly.”
My knees feel wobbly as the memory hits me. That was the random name Gideon Byrne called me at the funeral.
He’s the man holding me.
I stop struggling, but my pulse continues to race erratically.
He wouldn’t hurt me.
Would he?
Of course, he would. He’s an evil drug lord.
Why is he here? What have I done?
You insulted him in front of a room of people.Shit. Shit. Shit.
If I don’t nod my head, he’ll kill me. If I scream, he’ll definitely kill me.
Dead at twenty-one?Sounds about right.
I did my research on Gideon after Matt came to tell me what happened to Roman. I had to know what he’d been involved in to understand why anyone would want to torture him like they did.
Gideon Byrne won’t think twice about ending my life if I act out of turn, and I’m not in the mood to die today.
I give him the nod he’s been waiting for, and his hands drop. Now free from his arms, I turn to face him.
My arms cross over my chest protectively. “What are you doing here? I told you to leave me alone.”
Even knowing who he is, I can’t seem to get my mouth to stop running away from me. This man brings out my fight.
He mirrors my stance, crossing his own arms over his chest. “Can’t do that.”
“Why the hell not?” I bark back, moving my hands to my hips. “This is ridiculous. Isn’t it bad enough he died because of you?”
“Now who’s being ridiculous.” He flicks invisible dust off his shirt sleeve.