A Single Glance (Irresistible Attraction #1)(15)

So this is what it takes to make her cower? An attempt to steal a book from her?

She’s a trapped, scared, wild creature with nowhere to run and not sure how to fight, holding on to defiance because she has nothing else. I see her so clearly.

One breath, and then another. I stand there and just let her breathe.

“I believe you. Calm down.”

“Calm down?” she shrieks at me, her voice wavering.

“Lower your voice or you’ll stay in this fucking room until I feel like letting you out.” I practically hiss the low threat, backing away slightly, but still remain close enough that she doesn’t turn around. “Let me see it,” I demand, holding out my hand. “I’ll give it back.”

She’s still and quiet for a long moment as my hand hovers in the air.

“There are times to fight and times to give in,” I say calmly and then add, “I might know what book it is.”

Thump. My heart pounds in my chest as she still doesn’t react. Hope starts to wane, but before I have to decide what to do with her, she turns to face me, and hesitates only a second more before giving me the book.

“Do you read a lot?” she asks me as I skim the first page and then turn it over to examine the back.

Before I can reply, a small sigh of amusement erupts from her lips and then she covers her mouth. I can’t help but to watch as her fingers trail down her lips before she lets her hand fall to her side. “Sorry,” she says. “That’s a ridiculous question.”

“It’s a ridiculous situation, so it’s a fair question,” I answer her evenly, letting her see how easy it could be if she just gives in.

Holding the book out to her, I shake my head and say, “I don’t anymore, and I don’t recognize it either.”

Her fingers barely brush against mine as she takes the book back, and the heat in her touch is electrifying. So magnetic, I nearly slip my hand forward, desperate for more. Her lashes flutter as she moves away from me, pulling back as much she can and wrapping her arms around herself. “What do you want from me?”

The immediate response is disappointment, and something else. There’s a twisting feeling inside that feels like a loss, but I would have had to have possession of her in the first place to justify this feeling deep in the pit of my stomach.

“I have an offer for you and then I’ll let you go,” I tell her simply, acutely aware of the way each word sounds controlled.

“Is that a promise?” she asks as her gaze lifts to mine and she shakes her head in disbelief.

“Only because you’ll be coming back.”

In return she bites her bottom lip, effectively silencing herself, but the rage is clearly written on her face.

“You want to hate me.” I address her anger before anything else.

“Yes,” she answers quickly and honestly.

“That’s only going to hurt you.” The rawness in my words comes from a place I don’t recognize.

She answers me, but she chokes up as she says, “I’m fine with that.”

The twisting in my gut gets sharper. The seconds pass, and the air changes subtly between us, each of us staring at the other and waiting for the next move.

“What do you know about Marcus?” I ask her pointedly.

She shrugs like none of this matters, as if she isn’t breaking apart. “I heard my sister say his name. He had something for her.”

“What else?” I push her for more.

“Nothing.” She looks me in the eyes and says, “All I had was his name and yours when she left.”

“Nothing else?” I finally ask her when I judge her response to be sincere. “Nothing about the drugs?”

“You’re all drug dealers,” she bites back.

“Now Marcus is a drug dealer?”

“He must be. Just like you must be.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because my sister bothered to learn your name.”

“What name is that?”

“Cross.”

“So when you said you know all about Marcus and the drugs…”

“I wanted to …” She can’t finish. Her lips press into a thin line before she finally says, “I wanted it to sound like I had you.”

Time moves quickly as I stare at her and she stares back.

“I wanted you to feel like you weren’t going to get away with it,” she whispers, breaking the silence and rubbing her arms.

“That’s all you know?”

“One of you had her killed.” She croaks the quick response and I can see the frustration on her face from not being able to keep it together.

“It wasn’t me or anyone who works for me,” I tell her calmly, keeping my voice low and steady and looking her in the eyes just like she did me.

When she doesn’t react, I add, “You have questions; I can give you answers.”

“What happened to my sister?” she asks me without allowing a second to pass.

“I don’t know exactly, but I can find out. And more importantly, it’s not going to happen like this. I have a way of doing things and a desire to handle things in a certain manner.”

She stares at me like I’m the devil and she’s searching for a way to escape. There’s no escaping from this though.