Page 93 of His Good Girl
Her eyes light up, and it stirs my cock. She adores the words that make her feel good, and I can’t wait to show her with actions for the rest of my life. But unfortunately, there are things hanging over my head. “I have something to say. Now probably isn’t the best time, but I have to tell you.”
“What is it?” Her sense of dread is there even though she’s trying to hide it.
“I went to see Quentin earlier.”
“Oh? How come? Is everything okay? Did he hurt you?” Her eyes laser over me, checking for injuries.
“I’m fine. He…Isaac shot and killed him.”
“Wh-what?” she stammers, her eyes wide. “Who is Isaac?”
“The big guy.”
“The one with the apples?”
Frowning, I want to ask her how she knows about the apples, but shake my head and say, “Yeah, that guy.”
“Okay. Is he definitely dead?”
“Yes.” No way am I telling her he was shot in the head.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, Serena.”
“Fuuuuck! Now what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to get answers?”
“See! I knew you didn’t want me to kill him,” I can’t help pointing out like an idiot.
Her incredulous expression makes me want to laugh out loud, but I don’t. “Seriously? That’s your issue here?”
“No, but I’m still sorry. I couldn’t stop it. It was an order from higher up.”
“Rue’s parents?”
Shrugging my response, I ask, “You need to speak to your mom, and ask her what happened.”
“Mom,” she scoffs. “Yeah, okay.”
“For all intents and purposes, she was your mom.” Feeling it unnecessary to remind her that shehasparents, I press my lips together.
“Yeah, I suppose,” she admits reluctantly. “I’ll call her later.”
“Do it now.”
It’s an order that I want her to obey. This will hang over her head, and to be honest, tonight, I want to make her forget everything. The cleaner her slate, the easier that will be. She might seem okay right now, but when she closes her eyes and the night darkens, boxing her in, she is going to see Kelly’s last moments over and over again.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” she says, pulling away from me to dig out her phone from the oversized handbag Rue brought with her belongings a few days ago. Even though the threats against her and us are over, I’m not allowing her to leave this apartment to go back to hers. This is her home now.
“Dead,” she announces, holding it up.
“Charger,” I reply, pointing to it plugged in the corner of the sitting room.
“Fuck," she mutters and ambles over to plug it in.
As she does so, my phone rings. Answering it as I see it’s Guy, he is quick to jump in before I’ve even said hello.
“I thought you said you were going the legal route?”
