The devil you know
he said as he got up to fill his glass with another round of whiskey.
“You will help me?” she asked in a hopeful voice.
How could anyone be this naïve? Bane thought.
“I am,” he nodded as he turned around and looked at her.
“Thank you. You are a good man, Mr Velky,” Emma said, giving him a weak smile.
“No, angel, I’m not,” he told her as he walked back to her, taking his seat on top of the table.
“I killed my first man before the age of fifteen and I haven’t stopped since. I’m possessive, cruel and have a hot temper,” he honestly told her. He could see her hands clenching the water bottle between them.