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“Among other things.”
“Tell me,” he says. It’s not an order, but I feel compelled to obey.
It could be lingering effects from the time I spent at his penthouse, or the hypnotic way his finger is drawing circles on the nape of my neck, or the way he’s so focused on me as if it matters to him what I went through, that has my lips parting, ready to spill all the secrets I’ve kept for so long.
“I sold drugs.” I don’t look at him when I say it. “I sold my body.”
He tenses beside me, his fingers freezing on my skin. “You were a prostitute.”
“Yes.” I swallow hard. “Are you disgusted by me?”
“I’m only disgusted by the people that put you in that situation.” He sounds sincere. “Is that how you met Johnny Rusk?”
I turn to him, shocked. “How did you…”
“The day of the explosion. You were afraid of him.”
“I am afraid.” I blow out a shaky breath.
“Is he why you can’t look at me when we have sex?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“What did he do? Tell me, Andie,” he says calmly, but there is still an undertone of urgency. “Was he a client?”
“He wasn’t.” I wring my hands nervously. “Gavin…” I clear my throat. “You said you saw my records. How did you if they were sealed?”
“I have my ways.”
“And you still hired me even though you claim to hate thieves.”
He nods slowly, as if he can’t believe it himself. “I did.”
“Why?”
His nod turns into an even slower head shake. Then his blue eyes roam over my face, as if he’ll find the answer to that question there.
Jaw tense, he shifts his gaze to his hand at the back of my head as he lifts it and gently runs his fingers over my ponytail. “Tell me what that fuck, Johnny, did to you.” His stare goes icy cold and a shiver crawls over my skin at the deadliness imbedded in his tone. It’s a controlled rage, not for me, I don’t feel it toward me. But it’s there, vibrating, barely contained.
“If you saw my record, you know why I was in jail,” I say. “I was sentenced to twenty years for grand larceny.”
“What does it have to do with Johnny?”
“He’s the man I stole from.”
Gavin stares at me long enough that I look away for fear he’ll see the truth. But it’s too late.
“There’s more to that story, Andie. I felt your fear at the casino. I’m only going to ask once more. What did that fuck do to you?”
I glance at him, wondering how much more to share, if anything at all. However, when I do, his intense expression says he’ll get it out of me one way or another.
Blowing out a breath, I brace myself for the impact that reliving those moments will have on me. I swallow down the knot that threatens to form at the base of my throat, and force out the first few words. “He raped me.”
Gavin’s hands roll into fists and the veins on his forearms bulge as if he’s using all his strength to remain still. “I need you to tell me everything, Andie.”
“Why?”
“So that I know exactly how far to go when I kill him.” He’s peering at the wall across from us, but even with only his profile to me, I can see the furry in his face. The way it hardens every edge.
