39 I Never Lose (1/2)

”Get off me, you filthy b.i.t.c.h!” she screamed like the banshee that she was. I laughed on her face. She growled in disgust. She was trying her best to rid herself of my sweat. ”Are you happy now? You're the next big thing in the house. They want you. Just wait until Anthony has f.u.c.ked you. He'll leave you. He keeps his comrades happy. They think you can keep them happy.” At this point, her threats didn't mean a thing. I knew why she spoke like that. That was what Anthony had done to her. He had her then let the others have her. She aimed big, she slept around. Anthony still got it on with her when he had no other choice.

”Don't be jealous. If what you're saying is true then you don't have anything to worry about.” That got to her. I think I heard her muttering something about killing me, but I gave up on her once I saw Anthony looking at me with an amused look.

”You handle yourself well,” he complimented as he returned to me.

”I would've asked you to tell her to keep her claws to herself, but I enjoy insulting her too much,” I admitted. He raised a brow.

”Your requests only extended to you asking me to put those tailing you off your track?”

”What did you find out about me, anyway?” It was a simple question. One I was dying to know the answer to. There was no dangerous gleam in his eyes. He didn't discover much more than what I'd already told him or wanted him to know.

”Simply, that you have a bad habit of speeding, don't wear your seatbelt as often as you should and that you are a compulsive insomniac.”

”Compulsive insomniac, you say?”

”You don't want to sleep,” he stated, simply. I shook my head in denial.

”I love my sleep. I just never get enough.”

”So if I gave you a day off from everything, you'd miraculously sleep for a few more hours?” I shrugged. ”I would like to see how that works out.” He moved closer. ”You like to stay awake, don't you? You like the high. The power you have over your body. You hate your nightmares.”

”Nightmares?” I asked.

”Us—the bad guys, we've seen the worst of everything. You don't think I know what nightmares are? I used to get those when I was younger. I am where I am because of them. They made me stay awake, focus and build my empire from scratch.”

”I don't have nightmares,” I a.s.sured him. I could taste the bitterness in my mouth.

”I'm curious, though. Was it you being who you are the reason why your mother killed herself?” His eyes hardened at that. I had hit a sore spot. I'd tried to bite down on my tongue to not spew something venomous and failed. He was on a mission to unravel me. It was a dangerous game that he was playing. I wouldn't let him win.

”How did you know about that?” he growled. I shrugged.

”I did some research before I met you. I'm not as reckless as you believe me to be.” His lips tugged up in a sarcastic smile. ”So, will you answer me or not?” His eyes twitched with anger, but he spoke anyways.

”She hated my father for letting me follow his footsteps. She didn't like watching her son put a bullet through some guy's head.” His eyes bore into mine. I froze in the spot. ”She hung herself just so she could punish us both.”

”She was weak.” His fists clenched in anger as I uttered the words.

”Pitifully weak,” he conceded. ”You wanted to be a cop. Why change your mind?”