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“It’s nothing.” His voice is flat, and he still refuses to make eye contact with me.
“Just tell me what that was all about.”
“I said it’s nothing.”
Bullshit.
Fucking bullshit.
Reaching between our seats, and hoping to God I don’t pull too hard, I wrap my fingers around the emergency brake and lift it a notch. The tires squeal as the brakes lock in place, and the antique sports car begins to fishtail uncontrollably across the road. We slide along the shoulder, loose gravel and dust kicking into the air in our wake.
Samuel regains control and brings the car to a stop, resting half on the road and half on shoulder, before throwing the car into park. Spinning in his seat, his nostrils flare, and his face beet-red with anger when he seethes, “What the fuck, Cora! You could’ve fucking killed us.”
“You don’t get to ignore whatever just happened,” I practically shout at him. “Because I’m not going to ignore whatever the fuck that was.”
Samuel stares at me with narrow eyes, an angry shade of red covering his face as his nostrils continue to flare with every heavy breath he takes.
“You don’t get to lie to me.” I shake my head as I say the words, “Police detectives don’t shove evidence files in your face or give ominous warnings over nothing, Samuel. So don’t fucking tell me it was nothing.”
“Fuck, Cora!” He slams a fist into the steering wheel before shifting the car back into drive. “We’re not doing this here.”
“Sam—”
“You’re fucking incessant.” He cuts me off as he quickly pulls the car fully to the side of the road. Slamming on the brakes and putting the car back into park, his voice is dark. “You want to do this right now? Fine.”
“Samuel, just tell me why a homicide detective is hounding you?”
He doesn’t answer me, though. Instead, he only stares at me with his dark eyes.
“Damn it, Samuel. Just fucking answer me. Why is he telling me to be careful around you?”
He continues to stare back at me in silence. With a dark, unwavering gaze, he tenderly brushes the backside of his hand along my cheek. His fingers tangle in my hair as he slides them toward the back of my head.
As though his switch flips, he roughly fists the hair in his hand. He pulls so hard that I yelp from the searing pain in my scalp. He yanks again, leaving our faces only inches apart. So close that his hot, angry breath wafts across my face as he breaths. When he finally breaks his silence, his words hit my skin like ice, “You know why.”
My breath sputters at his words, and my brain tries to assemble the puzzle before me quickly.
I know.
I think I’ve always known.
I’m just afraid to admit it to myself.
“You’re a killer…A murderer,” I exhale. He doesn’t deny it in the slightest. Instead, there’s a small glint in his eyes.
“How many?” I try to hide the nervous tremble in my voice.
Fuck, Cora.
Don’t be stupid. Just get out of the fucking car.
“A few.” His tone is flat and devoid of any emotion. My blood suddenly feels as though I have ice water running through my veins.
“Accidents?” I try to rationalize his answer somehow, knowing full well how rough he likes to play.
“A few,” he repeats his previous answer and I’m suddenly filled with disgust.
The things I’ve done for this man.
