Page 104 of Breaking Sanity
“We will see about that, Little One.” The smile that spreads on Vaughn’s face has a chill running up my spine.
I start to convince myself that it’s nothing until my eyes clash with Nik’s. The skin that is showing is pale, well more than usual, and his eyes are wide with panic. In case I am hallucinating I blink a few times, which does nothing as Nik is still standing there with the same panicked eyes. Baron stands near him, assessing his reaction before turning to observe Vaughn as he exits out to the garden. The door gently closes, and Baron’s eyes turn murderous. His body language morphs from relaxed to coiled with hatred, which for him to display that type of reaction means something is seriously wrong. Baron faces Alley, directing all that anger at her. His hands are rolled into tight fists and he looks like he is about to charge.
God fucking dammit!!
“Annie, how did you sleep last night,” Baron asks, bringing me back to this soon to be shit show. Annie gives him a thumbs down.
“My apologies, last night got more out of hand than it needed to be.”
He sits on the coffee table placing one of his enormous hands on her shaky one. Seeing him touch her has Alley scooting closer to Annie, almost sitting on top of her. Unfortunately, I can only see the back of Baron’s head, and it’s tilted at Alley. Based on her eyes turning into slits, I wouldsay he is giving her the one warning to behave. Alley reluctantly moves to the side of the couch, making room for him to sit in between them.
“Now, you know what today is, Annie,” He asks with fake sadness that makes Alley roll her eyes. She knows that he doesn’t actually have sympathy for her. Shit, we all know he honestly doesn’t give two flying fucks about these women. But it’s a mind game, giving them a false sense of security.
Annie nods in response.
“Well then, this will be our last session,” he sighs, picking up the notebook and pen off the coffee table, handing it to Annie. “I need you to let me know who helped you try to kill Sir?”
Baron stands up and starts to move back to his desk. Alley sits up straight, staring at Annie but she gives no reaction besides visibly shaking more.
“Baron,” Alley says standing, her eyes growing wide as she scans the items on his desk. Annie searches before she is able to grab Alley’s hand and squeezes. Alley lets out a deep sigh and shakes her head.
“Yes, Alley,” Baron eyes her while sharpening the filleting knife.
“That’s not necessary.” She points to his hand. “She wants to tell you.”
“Is that so,” he asks, as Annie nods furiously.
“And I will speak on her behalf,” Alley continues. “But I have a condition.” Annie practically strangles her hand at her last part.
“Which is?”
“She gets a swift death.” Her eyes are turning glossy. “Not whatever the fuck this is.”
“I cannot approve that as Annie is not mine,” he simply states.
Annie yanks Alley back onto the couch and cups her cheeks. She places her forehead on Alley’s and just nods. I can tell Alley is on the verge of fighting. From the sessions I have sat in with Annie, it seems she has made her peace. Knowing Alley, she’ll reluctantly respect that. She did it for Libby.
“Baron,” Alley sniffs. “Get your brothers in here minus Carson.”
“Alley, you don’t get to make demands,” he says, clenching his jaw, dropping the knife from even the devil’s worst nightmares onto the desk.
“Baron,” she pleads, coming to his side. “You guys will get the whole story, but he can’t be here. It’s not for me, it’s for her. Please Baron.”
“Get on your knees when you beg, Kukla,” he orders, the seductive undertone more than apparent. Lifting his hand to stroke her pulse point, Alley slowly lowers to her knees while maintaining eye contact.
“Please Baron,” she angrily begs as tears trickle down her cheeks. Baron simply smiles as he sits in his office chair.
“Such a good girl,” he praises while rubbing his thumb back and forth on her bottom lip. The scene reminds me of the old photo I used to have of her on the hidden phone.
“Please Baron,” she repeats as more tears trail down. He brings out his phone and shoots out a quick text before placing it face down on the desk.
Chapter 21
Alley
Baron just stares at me with his head cocked, thrumming his fingers next to his phone. He keeps looking at Annie then to the items on his desk, and finally back at me. He does this three or so times before his smile widens and he picks up a vile full of clear liquid.
“Alley will be speaking for you?” He stares at her and she nods. “Very well.”
