Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,106

as she grabs a belt and fastens it around my arms, chest, and the back of the chair. She pulls it tight—too fucking tight that it squishes my tits and is bound to leave a mark.

I suck in a shallow breath, unable to take anything deeper as I try to reach for her, desperately wishing that I could rip that smirk right off her face.

How am I related to this bitch? I know I have my moments of insanity, but fuck. Is this chick for real? She takes crazy to a whole new level. It’s as though she saw how fucked Sara was in the head and saw it as a challenge rather than a warning.

Once I’m completely bound and unable to move, Paris takes a step back and surveys her handiwork with a sick, twisted grin. She holds the knife in one hand and presses her finger to the tip, spinning it like it’s some kind of cheap toy rather than a deadly weapon that she intends to stab right through my chest.

“You’ve been more trouble than you’re worth, girl,” she spits, looking at me as though I’m nothing but trash that got stuck to the bottom of her foot. “But don’t worry, momma is going to take real good care of you.”

I pull at the belt and she flinches. “Drop the fucking act, Paris. I know you’re not my mother. Everyone fucking knows. You’re done. Kill me all you want but you will never get Dynasty. Your bitch ass plan to take me out and claim my mother’s identity is never going to work. Your game is over. They all know. Everyone fucking knows. You’re done.”

Her eyes widen and they start flickering round the room in a panic. Silence overtakes her and she starts pacing back and forth in front of me, clearly trying to figure out her next move.

“Just tell me what you did to the boys and I’ll let you walk out of here unscathed.”

Her glare shoots back to me as though only just remembering that I’m in the room. “UNSCATHED?” she wails, jumping at me with her knife outstretched, dragging it in a shallow arc across to the top of my shoulder. “You’re in no position to make demands, especially because you’re lying. If everyone knew, I would know.”

I laugh, desperately attempting to mask the sharp stinging coming from my shoulder. “How? Because you’ve got Michael Harding wrapped around your crazy little finger?” Her eyes go wide and she gapes at me. “Yeah, that’s right. We know all about your little affair with Harding, and so does his wife, but don’t worry, we took care of those loose strings for you.”

Her face reddens with anger and she rushes into me, throwing the knife down and grabbing my throat with both hands, squeezing it tight. “What did you do? Where’s Michael?”

Her grip on my throat is bruising and I don’t even bother trying to respond knowing that any attempt to talk is only going to make it hurt more and waste what little oxygen I have left, so instead, I just smile, loving the way her eyes go wild with irritation.

She shakes me. “ANSWER ME. WHERE’S MICHAEL? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM, YOU LITTLE BITCH?” Realizing that I’m not about to answer with her hands wrapped around my throat she releases me and scrambles for her knife.

I suck in a deep breath, hating that although she’s released me, I can still feel her fingers wrapped around my throat, bruising and squeezing, and instead of crying about it, I just smile up at her, knowing that no matter how I spin it from here, I’m fucked. The boys aren’t coming and she’s far too unhinged to see reason.

“Your little game is unravelling faster than my bullet tore through his brain.”

Fury ripples in her gaze and her breath comes in short, fast gasps that get louder and louder by the second. She’s only moments away from losing her shit, but I’m not nearly done. I’m only just getting started.

“You should have seen how quickly Dynasty voted for his death, how quickly his wife abandoned him, and how quickly he fell. You have no one to blame but yourself, Paris. You’re a joke. You’re just a jealous bitch who wished that she had what my mother had. Are you so pathetic that instead of making a name for yourself, you need to steal hers? I didn’t even get a chance to know her, but without question, I know