if we don’t ask, Cassidy.”
That’s all he gives before heading back to his office and sending Elias and Cassidy on their way to the Misery’s Angels motorcycle club compound.
The metal clanks beneath every tap of my fingers on the interrogation table. My hair begins to stick to the sweat gathering on my forehead. I squeeze my eyes shut and I rest my head in my other hand. The silence, the waiting—it’s unnerving, it’s deadly, and driving me damn near insane. I lean forward, forehead on the desk and I try to shut everything out. But I can’t, not without help. I need another hit. I’m losing it. I’m helpless against the devil inside of me when I’m like this—clean.
The door is thrown open and I jump in fright. Sitting back up in my seat, I blink away the darkness to gain a look at the light. My heart races when Roamyn’s form stands in the doorway. No. This can’t be happening. Is this why he’s been at the club the past few weeks? Was I bait? A way to nab Giuseppe or Lucio? This had to do with one of them, there’s no doubt in my mind.
My stomach flutters with butterflies as I drink him in from head to toe. His short hair shaved around the sides, sticks up and to the left, away from his flawless face. It doesn’t matter how many times I see him, every time is like the first. He steals my breath. My body abandons me, sending tingles throughout every crevice. Why? I have not a fucking clue. I don’t like men. Not normally. I’m not into girls. But Lucio has ruined me for men after what he’s put me through these past few years.
His jaw tightens. I watch as his frown deepens with every moment he looks at me. His eyes bore into me with anger, and I sink back into my seat as last night catches up with me. I left his apartment without a word, I’d be mad if I were him too. But I didn’t know what to do. Or what to say. I had ten things run through my head, all at once, and it was too much. I needed out.
My body quivers as tingling grows in my stomach. God, he’s so unnaturally perfect. I swallow deeply as my body heats up. His dress shirt tightens around his shoulders and biceps, his muscles defined through the fabric, all the way down to where it tucks in at his narrow hips. A file slams down on the desk, breaking my train of thought. A chair scrapes against the floor and before I know it, the Roamyn I remember becomes someone I don’t recognize and instead a cop sent to interrogate me about the same thing they always want from me.
I swallow my nerves. My hero has become my enemy.
Roamyn coughs, breaking the tension thickening with every second we sit, staring each other down.
“Miss Jenkins. Do you know why you’re here today?”
A shiver runs down my spine as my name leaves his lips. He stares at me vacantly, without recognition and my heart deflates as he sits here pretending he doesn’t know me. Pretending that less than twenty-four hours ago I wasn’t writhing beneath him as he tendered explosive kisses all over my body.
I don’t answer, instead fold my arms across my chest and meet his glare. If this is how he wants to play it—two can play this game.
His brows furrow impossibly deeper, his hardened stare a clear warning.
I roll my eyes.
“No, Detective. Why am I here?”
The ridiculous thing about all this is the fact that Roamyn and the police actually think I know a damn thing that goes on in the Marino world of crime. As if the little nineteen-year-old whore would be told vital information or anything of importance. I’m a hole for Lucio Marino to stick his dick in. Entertainment for the sleazy bastards at Sweet Tarts.
I had a chance to leave. I tried to. To end this constant nightmare, I’ll never forget. But Lucio caught me leaving and I paid the price for two months until I was so far gone beyond repair, I just didn’t care what happened after that. Until the moments I’d think of him. Every time he would bring me back to the place where I believed leaving again could lead to a road of happiness. A path to a new life. To live in a world free from darkness and owned by