"Are you sure you don't want to go to the yacht, Miss Hunter?" Liam asked, standing by the dining table after ushering dinner into the suite.
Johnny ended up making a scene about the phone call, which in turn led to me being watched like a hawk by Liam for the last two hours.I turned my phone call with Harmon round and round in my head. Despite what people thought, I wasn't an airhead. It was his voice on the phone, but not him. I couldn't explain it, but something was wrong.Twice he said Olivia instead of Olive. Once he said Miss Hunter. Olivia and Miss Hunter were for angry, reprimanding Harmon. Not happy Harmon. He changed his mind about the dress and me leaving the suite. Mr. Inconsequential doesn't change his mind easily. He did it twice in the span of thirty seconds."He knows where to find me," I countered, listlessly staring at the candlelit dinner in front of me.I made the right call, didn't I? Two hours had passed thoughMy face was on fire as he eye fucked me shamelessly, passionate eyes fixed on mine. "I was full of shit and you know it. Daddy's the best I've ever had. Tonight you'll be even better," I flirted shamelessly. It felt so fucking naughty I tried to rip my hands out of his once again to cover the deepening blush on my face with my hands. He wasn't having it. He held on firmly and licked his lips, watching me for an eternity. Liquid warmth in his eyes. Holding his hands was like being touched by an angelic devil. Desire pooled between my thighs just from this simple act of intimacy. More rubbing my thighs together the longer he stared until he finally let my hands go and looked down at his plate. "Make sure you eat enough, Olive," he said, shrugging my words off and going into big brother mode as he started piling food onto my plate. "I'm not hungry," I said with a frown, the familiarity of him babying me irritating me and slicing right t
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the yacht, Miss Hunter?" Liam asked, standing by the dining table after ushering dinner into the suite. Johnny ended up making a scene about the phone call, which in turn led to me being watched like a hawk by Liam for the last two hours. I turned my phone call with Harmon round and round in my head. Despite what people thought, I wasn't an airhead. It was his voice on the phone, but not him. I couldn't explain it, but something was wrong. Twice he said Olivia instead of Olive. Once he said Miss Hunter. Olivia and Miss Hunter were for angry, reprimanding Harmon. Not happy Harmon. He changed his mind about the dress and me leaving the suite. Mr. Inconsequential doesn't change his mind easily. He did it twice in the span of thirty seconds. "He knows where to find me," I countered, listlessly staring at the candlelit dinner in front of me. I made the right call, didn't I? Two hours had passed though
Bleeding out in my arms. No final words as she choked on her own blood. Olivia's last two minutes on the face of this earth would have been filled with hot, searing, unimaginable pain. Then she would have just been gone. Nothing I could do to save her. Dead. My baby girl, my reason for breathing these last two weeks, would have been dead. My hands trembled slightly, the images flooding my brain. How many deaths had I seen play out before my eyes? I didn't flinch anymore but for her? I'd lose my fucking mind. Burn the world to the ground hunting Marino and his people until one of them finally put me down. That would be the only way to live with knowing I couldn't save her. My fault if she touched those fucking roses. Just like Lance dying was on me. Should have found another way to leave Marino behind. Fucking gutted the motherfucker myself long ago. So many chances. Always at his side. Guilt, fear and rage surged through me. That was all I could handle
"You do remember how to use one of these, right?" a condescending Jack asked as he offered me a gun. It took us all day, but Jack and I tracked Copycat back to a guest's suite. Gaining access to the room wasn't the issue. A fucking civilian was involved and I was like a bull charging at a red flag. I couldn't stop the anger at almost losing Olivia from dictating my actions. I wanted blood and nothing was quieting the murderous urge. The devastation of leaving her behind in tears only fueled said rage. "Bullets are too good for Copycat. Where's what I asked for?" I asked coolly, keeping my voice low so as to maintain the element of surprise, sinking back into torture mode far too easily. I'd deal with the fall out later. Right now I needed Copycat dead. Olivia's lifeless corpse in my arms. I couldn't get the image out of my head. Even as we made our way through the suite stealthily, cautiously clearing the room, I could already see myself slicing through
No sooner had I unfolded the note than Harmon snatched it out of my hands and squashed it in his fist. I couldn't help the way his protectiveness made me smile."Just the booze, Terry. Her cunt isn't available," he said, shooting the bartender an annoyed look before he turned to me. "Spill the tea. Did I use that right?" "Yes," I said with a little giggle, amused every time he tried to sound cool. "So I might be into Jenny from art class. We made out a few times. I guess I like chicks now, which you somehow already know," I said nervously, watching him for a reaction. "Jenny from art class is not hot enough for you but lit. Did I use that right?" he said, making me giggle again. "Stop asking that. It's not bussin'," I said as the laughter died away. "Does this make me a freak? What will Billy and my mom say?" "No, you've always been a freak. This just makes you a little more interesting, Olive. It's bussin'," he said, sending me into
"How are you, Miss Hunter?" Johnny asked from the other side of the suite's door. "More tissues? Something else to take the edge off?" "You're not authorized to enter this room," I said, numbly staring at the suite door.I was seated directly in front of the door, where I had been all afternoon. Day was turning into night. A million tear stained, snot-filled tissues surrounded me. I was such a fuck up. Calling Edward was a stupid idea. "You let me worry about that," said Johnny, turning on the charm. "If you're hitting on me, let's just skip that part. You'd come in here. I'd rock your world," I told him frankly and he chuckled. "I was thinking more along the lines of tequila, but sex works too. It's not wrong to want someone to hold you, you know," he said, and I swear he almost sounded sincere. Then so did Edward when he picked up the phone five minutes ago and said hello. I said hello Mr. Hunter with so much hope in my bosom. Billy warned me not to go looking for our father,