Page 7 of Eros
“You have my card, now let me go!”
“No.”
“Why!” My panic increased inside me as tears filled my eyes. “I didn’t see anything, goddamn it! Let me go!”
He glared at me. “I can’t.”
“Why!”
“Because you’ve seen my face.” He walked toward me, then stopped in front of me. He ran the pad of his thumb under the bottom of my eyes, wiping away my tears then pulled away so quickly it was like he’d been scolded. “And that’s a problem, sweetheart.”
Fuck!
His words were said with so much calm a shiver moved down my spine. I’d been so focused on not having any pictures of him, I hadn’t even thought about the fact I’d seen his face and what that meant for me.
This isn’t good.
He’s going to kill me.
“I promise I won’t say anything because I didn’t see anything. Please don’t kill me.”
He released a deep sigh like he was tired of hearing me say I hadn’t seen anything, but it was the truth. Yes, I could identify who he was, but right now I’d say anything to get out of this situation. I already had shit to deal with.
“What’s your name?”
“What’s the point of knowing my name?” I asked. “You’re going to kill me, anyway. What the hell are you waiting for! Just do it!”
Did I want to die? Of course not. But maybe a little reverse psychology would work on the psycho.
He pinched the bridge of his nose before pulling his phone from his back pocket. He snapped a picture of me, typed something on his phone before sliding it back into his pocket.
“It doesn’t matter I’ll find out, anyway.” He folded his arms over his chest. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then let me go.”
“No matter what you believe, I wish I could. But you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
More tears gathered in my eyes. I didn’t know what else I could do to make him realize I was telling the truth. Maybe I needed to take a different tactic with him because begging wasn’t working.
“If you hurt me, you will regret it,” I said, pushing through the fear. “You have no clue who you’re dealing with.”
I didn’t want him to know who my father was, but it was the only thing I could think of to make him think twice about doing whatever he planned to do.
“I know, I’ll probably regret it. But don’t test me, sweetheart. If you try anything, it won’t end well for you or your family.”
It wasn’t the answer I had been expecting, but before I could say anything else, another man walked into the room. He looked a lot younger. Alot younger than me. Maybe in his early twenties, tall and lanky with shaggy blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He wore a leather vest that had a patch over his heart that said prospect.
“Prez. You asked for me?”
What the hell does that mean?
“Yeah, Prospect. Did you get rid of the car?”
“Yeah. Donnie’s got it. He said it’ll take him a few hours, then there won’t be nothing left of it.”
“I hope you’re not talking about my car!” I shouted, but they both just looked at me with bored expressions. “Bastards,” I mumbled.
It really wasn’t my car but a security company my father used for all our vehicles. He was paranoid. I hadn’t had my own car since I was in high school because my parents thought someone would try to go after me and my brother to get to my father. Now, all that made sense. While I would never have believed my mother would have known my father was a crooked politician and stayed with him, now I did. I continued to use the cars, I’d put a stop to the bodyguards as soon as I graduated from college as a compromise. Now I wished I hadn’t.
