He's My Killer

Chapter Twenty-Six

TIANA

I continued to tap my fork into the pancake, blocking out the conversations around me. I was rather busy with my thoughts.

I overheard Carter say that we were heading back to Italy in a few days since his work is going by fast. Honestly, I don't care about what he did.

I just wanted to leave and every time I think of trying it only frustrates me more of the possibility of even escaping. He got on the plane with me here before it took off and he has a house here and another w***e that starts problems with me.

Speaking of her, she is glaring at me. She honestly thinks I want Carter. I don't know how many times I have to tell her.

I'm so close to actually fighting this b***h.

She loves to complain lies to me to Carter and I only get fvcking hits on my ass that is still in the process of healing.

I honestly think she's a bit mental because she doesn't care about any other women near Carter but me. The one girl that does not want him and that seems to be a problem to her.

I rolled my eyes and went back to playing with my uneaten pancakes and then I heard Carter come into the dining room full of half his men eating while the other kept watch.

He was giving them orders and assignments and they all got up and left without hesitation. Not bothering to clean up their places.

I prayed he did not say a word to me but my luck is always running thin with him. He called my name.

"Yes?"

"Come here. I want to talk to you."

I sighed and stood from my spot and went to him.

I could feel Maria's eyes on me, glaring at me evilly but I ignored it as usual. My only reason to get physical is if she calls me another b***h or gets in my face or puts her disgusting hands on me.

He let me go first, his hand rested on my lower back. It felt strange and I didn't know why I felt tingly. I reached behind me and brushed his hand off me.

I heard him chuckle slowly but he didn't say anything.

He led me to his office and held the door open for me. I went in. He told me to have a seat and he closed the door behind him. I sat in one of the plush chairs and he walked around his desk sitting down.

He stared at me in silence. I stared back in wonder. He still didn't say anything. Just stared at me, so I spoke.

"Am I in trouble?"

His lips twitched. "No." He replied simply.

"Then why am I here?" I asked calmly.

He leaned back in his chair. "I've been thinking hard. Thinking about you and what could make you happy for just a moment." He says while looking at me.

I frowned in confusion. "I don't understand."

Why would he want to make me happy?

"Would you like to see your parents?" He questioned randomly, taking me a bit off guard.

"W-What?" I asked, wanting what he just said to be clarified again.

He smirked. "Would you like to see your parents?" He repeats.

Would he really let me see them or is this another sick trick of his? He must have noticed the battle I was having because he spoke again.

"I'm being generous. This may be the very last time you see them. I'll grant you a few minutes with them."

Last time.

Few minutes.

"Bast—damn you, Carter!"

I stood to my feet and turned to leave.

"Be like that if you want to, Babe. You're the one that will have a loss." He said, causing me to stop.

I bit my lip. I wanted to fvcking cry. He makes me so mad. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. I was actually loving this new hair. I'm obsessed with it but if I see my parents with this hair color, they'll flip.

I stare at the door in thought.

What would they think if I'm out here and not in school. Then my father would go on about me wasting my scholarship and the money he paid for my new apartment.

I jumped in fright when arms circled around my waist. Honestly, what was his deal? He always has to touch me and it makes me irritated. It makes me feel different. And it even sometimes feels nice. He was so bipolar it was hard to keep up with him. He's serious one minute and actually nice the other. The man throws me.

"Your answer, Princess." His lips near my ear.

Princess?

Don't even know how to explain how tense I am. I lean forward, trying to get out of his hold but I stiffen.

I....shit! I didn't mean to do that! Jesus, help me!

He groaned deeply and pulled me closer. I was too close to him. How close? My ass touched his man area and he was starting to get excited. I felt it twitch and I jumped away from him.

I turned to look at him and his eyes were darker and lusty. He was biting his lip while staring at me. His hands were clenched into fist by his sides and he looked like he was struggling with himself.

"I-I didn't mean to do it. You were too close to me." The words rushed out my mouth and I looked anywhere but at him.

"I-I'll go see them. My parents." I said still looking at my feet. It was silent and I was a bit scared. I felt his intense eyes on me.

He was a predator looking for his prey and that so happens to be me.

I know how the male body works and I know their mind sets. I'm not that innocent to where I don't know a damn thing.

Then, he moved to me.

I didn't move. No point if he was arm's length to catch me.

His hands wrapped around my neck and forced my head up. I bit my lip nervously, not knowing what to do. Then he suddenly moved closer. His face a few inches from mine.

"Christ, you're making it hard for me." He muttered, never taking his eyes off me.

"I-I'm sorry..." I say, not knowing what I'm really sorry for. He's the one making it hard for me.

I watched him bite down on his lip as another moment silence fell upon us. It was just an intense stare down.

He then came a little closer, his lips soon to touch mine for a kiss.

But, he pulled back.

Instead he placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled away completely. His hands slid away from my neck and he turned away, walking to his desk.

"Go get ready. We're leaving in thirty minutes." He said, not looking at me but down at his phone.

I sighed and turned to walk out but he stopped me for something.

"While you do that, Tell Maria to come to my office. I need her to do something for me."

I knew exactly what needed to be done. I rolled my eyes and walked out of his office.

I headed down stairs to the kitchen and a fake smile appeared on my face.       

"Firecracker." I Say when I see her sitting at the table on her phone.

I miss my phone and Carter said he doesn't trust me to have it.

"Maria is my name." She said irritatedly.

"Not really but whatever. Carter needs you for a blow."

She turned and gapped at me. "Excuse me."

I smiled. "He wants you to go suck his d**k. I was trying to be appropriate but you sometimes process things a little slow."

She glared at me before standing to her feet. She then smiled. "At least he wants me."

I gave a short laugh. "Honestly, honey, you're being used. You think you're so special, tell that to the flock back in Italy."

She frowned. "You are just jealous."

"Of what? You? Never."

"You think we could have been friends."

I scoffed. "Never. You hated me from the get go and I understand why. You're the one jealous of me. Think I want Carter but in truth, he wants me. Why else am I still around." I said and that got under her skin for sure.

She suddenly threw her phone in my direction and I moved away.

I thanked god there was no security to hold me back from giving her an ass whooping.

I took the scrunchie from my wrist and knotted my hair.

"You talk a lot of crap, Tiana."

"I'm just being honest, Maria. You're a nobody."

Why am I talking to her like this? Because I don't like her ass. Wanted to fight her the day she called me a b***h.

"Jealous b***h!" She screamed and charged at me.

I did the same. I hate that word. b***h is so disrespectful. Doesn't matter who's saying it to who. Don't ever call me a b***h. And this girl has done it so many times.

She slapped me, hard and knocked us onto the floor. She is continuously screaming and it only makes me madder. I turned us over and I threw punch after punch in her face.

I was seeing red.

"Get the f**k off me!" She screams and it goes on deaf ears me.

Punch after punch. Didn't realize she was bleeding out her mouth either.

"What the f**k is going on here?!"

That didn't stop me from doing what I was doing.

Her knee came to my side and I fell off and she got on top of me, swinging. I grabbed her head and turned us back and punched her in the face hard.

Arms wrapped around my waist pulling me away from her.

"Crazy!" She screamed as someone pulled her away.

I started hitting whoever had me in their hold and I was slammed against the wall. My rage was slowly disappearing and I knew I had a pissed look on my face. I looked up and Carter was glaring down at me.

"Calm the fvck down!" He warned, His tone dark.

"Learn to control your fvcking whores!" I snapped in his face and his eyes became darker. That same familiar look he gave me back in his office.

"Crazy b***h!" Maria screamed as she was escorted past us.

I went to snatch her up but his arm blocked me.

She was still calling me a b***h. Why did it trigger me so much? Ha, a story for another time.

I pushed at Carter's chest and it frustrates me more when he doesn't move.

"Move!" I demand, punching his chest as hard as I can and he didn't budge.

His arms were still on both sides of me. So, I went to dunk under his arm and he grabbed my arm quickly.

"I asked you to do one—"

"And I did, Bastard! I don't regret beating her fvcking ass." I yelled, cutting him off.

His jaw clenched. He exhaled a long breath. "That fvcking mouth." He said dangerously low.

Then, he grabbed me roughly and pulled me to the room I've been sleeping in.

"Let go of me! You better keep your hands off me!" I yelled and snatched away from him.

My hair was all over the place and I didn't care. I watched him lock the door and he began unbuckling his belt.

"You better not hit me—"

"Shut the fvck up, babe!" He yelled.

I glared at him. Before I can respond, he speaks again.

"I had it with your dirty mouth. I'm tired of playing nice with you, doesn't get us nowhere." He threw the belt on the ground and strode over to me.

I'm tired of him too. I think I owe him a punch to his face.

I don't care what happens to me. That's how fvcking mad I am.

I c****d my arm back then strike.

My fist didn't make it to his face. He stopped the impact by grabbing my wrist. I yanked my hand back and glared at him.

"What do you want from me?! I just want to fvcking leave and not look back. That b***h got what she deserved and I'll gladly do it again!" I yelled. At this point I was just yelling random things at him.

Tears were brimming at my eyes then they just fell freely.

"What do you want from me?" I asked my number one question again. My voice came out shaky.

"To Strip."