CHAPTER THIRTY
“I can have you?” CeCe squinted with obvious confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Just what I said. Let Linda go and you can have me. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Do whatever I want?” he mocked. “Specific, Connie. Be fuckin’ specific.”
“You can f**k me.”
“No, Connie.” Linda shivered.
CeCe scoffed. “You think I’m gonna fall for this?”
Connie lifted her chin. “I promise, I won’t fight you. Just let her go.”
CeCe kept that dazed, child-like stare. His expression proving his desire for Connie was so strong he didn’t care even if Connie were tricking him.
Despite all the pain and madness CeCe had caused, a tiny part of Connie wondered if he really did love her as much as he claimed. She’d doubted he could love anyone until now.
He looked at Connie as if he’d been stranded on
