10. Chapter 10

Demi

A few minutes pass before Ghost's deep voice pierces the surrounding silence.

"I know we keep meeting like this," he rasps. "With me being all mysterious, and you being curious about who I am."

I roll my eyes beneath the black fabric. I know exactly who you are, fucktard. I set you up. Fucking idiot. I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing at my thoughts. He mistakes my silence for an invitation to tell me his entire bad guy monologue. God. He's such a newb.

"It's fine." I answer.

"I don't blame you for desperately wanting to know who I am, Trouble." He says inflecting on the word trouble.

Laying it on pretty thick there aren't you, Romeo? I think to myself, more disgusted than desperate.

A scoff escapes my lips. Who does this guy actually think he is? I can't help but wonder if this is typically what he says to pick up girls. It's suddenly become clear why he's buying weekends. The man has no game, even with a loaded bank account.

"You're right. I'm dying to know who you are." I emphasize the word dying .

"Crying isn't going to change things, beautiful." His voice rumbles low and throaty.

Oh fuck. This idiot thinks I'm crying. I want to laugh so bad it hurts. He has jelly for brains, or maybe I just want to turn his brain into jelly for doughnuts. At any rate, does it really matter?

"Would you dry my tears for me?" I whisper under my breath.

"It doesn't have to be all bad, though, baby. I can show you what you're missing. Then we'll have the big reveal and you can decide if you want to switch teams. And since I found you where I did, you must be in need of a change in scenery. Have I mentioned I'm more than willing to be that change?" He says in an attempt at a saucy tone.

I absolutely can't with this guy. I've never wanted to chop someone up into billions of pieces just to shut them up so badly before. Ghost definitely wins the award for the most annoying bad guy encounter.

"I think this is the first time you've said it, actually." I taunt him quietly.

"Would you like that? Would you like me to show you everything you're missing out on?"

I'm going to slice you open and harvest your body for ingredients to put in Daddy Jay's birthday cupcakes. Would you like that, you fucking loser? My subconscious is thinking all the feral thoughts today. They don't call it feral Friday for nothing, I guess.

"Tell me again, what exactly it is you think I'm missing out on, please?" My words are sultry and soft. I stroke his ego just enough to keep him interested while simultaneously mocking him.

"I think you're missing a good dick and a man who knows how to take control. Jay lets you get your hands dirty and, baby, I'm just not about that. You deserve to be a trophy on the shelf. With me, you'll never have to get your hands dirty again. Think about what I'm offering you, Trouble."

I suppress the gagging noises, begging to crawl out of my throat. Could he be any fuller of himself? The truth is, he wouldn't be able to handle the freaky shit Jay and I are into.

I can't suppress it any longer. The brat in me comes out. "Baby, I don't think you understand. I'm hard to handle. You're playing with fire and you're going to get burned."

He stands up. I hear the thud as his feet hit the ground. His heavy footsteps get closer and closer to me and then his fingers are wrapping around my throat with a squeeze.

"You like it kinky, baby? I can show you kinky. Tell me I can't handle you again. Oh wait, what's that—you can't breathe?" He growls next to my ear.

When he releases his grasp, I suck in air, filling my lungs with as much as I can. "You can't handle me," I whisper, pushing his buttons to see how far he'll go before he cracks.

He steps away and then I feel him come nose to nose with me. "Stop ridiculing me, you little cunt," he snarls, full of venomous rage.

I laugh.

He growls.

"Stop mocking me and act like a goddamn victim, Trouble, because that's exactly what you are. My goddamn victim. The moment I saw you, I made up my mind that I had absolutely no intention of returning you to the club. When I saw you on that screen, I immediately stopped giving a single flying fuck about playing by Edward's rules or the consequences for ignoring them."

He's losing control.

I smile beneath the bag. Glad he can't see the way my lips turn up into a psychotic grin. I'm gaining the upper hand and getting under his skin. Everything he does to me, I intend to return tenfold, after Jay has his way with him. Knowing I won is satisfaction enough, I decide to pretend to play along.

I shrug my shoulders at Ghost and in my best horror movie slasher queen voice, I cry, "Please. Oh please, mister kidnapper, big bad guy who bought me from the club, please don't hurt me. I'm too pretty to die." I pause. "Is that better?"

I can feel the tension and anger building between us. The air is filled with negative energy. Time passes slowly for a moment and then I feel him rip the bag off my head. I snap my eyes closed and wait until he reacts.

"Look at me, Trouble. Look into the eyes of the last man who will own you." He snaps through his clenched jaw.

I open one eye at a time, slowly, continuing to provoke him. I blink once, then throw my head back and laugh. I laugh, loud and hard. It fills the room so full it might make you want to crawl away, holding your ears. I feel like a childish school girl giggling away at his stupidity. How reckless he is. He allowed his ego to get the best of him and now he's ruined his own evil plot line.