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I hope Parker gags on it as he rots away in his cell.
“You look like shit,” I murmur into the receiver and his eyes flash with displeasure before he picks up the phone.
“Funny,” he murmurs, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Seems the tables are reversed.”
He’s referring to the few days I did down in county for beating the smug smirk off Drew Marshall when he hurt my sister. An offense Parker himself had me cleared of.
“Orange suits you,” I remark coldly, regarding the bright pumpkin-orange jumpsuit he’s wearing. “Cancer, huh?”
Though his eyes are sunken in and rimmed in dark circles, they still hold the same discontent for me they always have. A superiority that he created in his own head.
“If you came to ask about my diagnosis,” Parker starts, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “I will be dead by the end of the year.”
“While I would love to think about you dying a slow painful death due to the tumor in your brain, I can’t help but feel it’s too kind for you.”
He smirks.
“Let’s get to the point,” he says, looking over his shoulder. There’s a guard standing back, pretending to not pay attention, but we all know he’s going through every word we say with a fine-tooth comb. “I don’t have all day, you know?”
“Yes, I would hate to distract you from counting the cinderblocks in your cell,” I murmur, gripping the phone tighter. I’ve always fucking hated this guy. Even when I didn’t know the extent of his depravity, I found him dangerous.
Now that I know what he’s done to Savannah, he’s lucky there’s a bulletproof shield protecting him.
“Tell me what your mistress’s mother is doing rounding up all the kids of the members of your private club?”
His eyes flash with something, but it’s quickly replaced with a look of indifference.
“Can’t say I know.”
“Can’t say I believe you.”
“You know, I never liked you,” he murmurs, so matter of fact, you’d think he was talking about the weather.
Can’t say I disagree with him though.
“You always had this pathetic savior’s complex. As if you were God or some shit.”
“Funnily enough, I didn’t care for you or your perverted glances toward my ten-year-old sister, either.”
His eyes zero in on me. “What do you want Carpenter?”
“You dead,” I murmur, holding up a finger. “That’s the first thing. Unfortunately, before you go, I need some information on your mistress.”
That gets a rise out of him. For the first time since I’ve sat down, something more than contempt flashes across his gaze.
“Melly and I are no longer together.”
“Shame. You two seemed so perfect for each other.”
“If this is about her, I haven’t heard from her in months.”
“No, but you have attempted to call her. Several times, from the looks of it.” I hold up Melissa’s cell phone, showcasing just how many times he’s called since he’s been locked up. The look of disgust on his face is almost humorous.
“I have things I need to discuss with her. My house, for one.”
“It’s a shithole, really,” I interject before he can finish and his jaw twitches.
Fuck, why didn’t I do this sooner? Fucking with Parker is the most fun I’ve had in a very, very long time.
