'Dick.' She spoke out, her heart still hammering in her chest. I wanted to laugh at her. She really was brave. Sitting in a room with a psychopath and she has the balls to call me a d**k. 'I brought you pizza and this is how you treat me?.' She tried so hard to act fearless but only I, could see the fright that lurked beneath those hazel eyes. 'I have my fingers wrapped around your life and you want to talk about pizza?' I put pressure onto her throat, showing her that I wasn't playing.
'I'm not afraid of you Chase.' But she was, her heart rate did a horrible job of hiding that, I could practically hear the beatings on her chest. 'You are.' I brushed my lips against hers, my free hand wrapping around her hair, before she knew it, I yanked her head back, tracing my lips from her chin to he
