The Girl He Craves

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Sophie’s pov

Sergio’s hand land on his chest, he takes a step back and whines. “Oh that just stabbed me right in the heart Sophie.”

The smirk reformed on his mouth, a colder look gracing his face. He looked like those villains in movies and he was not far from the description. If anything I think I described him perfectly, he was after all, the villain in my story.

He chuckled dryly and brought the cigar to his mouth. He took in a puff and let it out slowly while eyeing me across the room.

“I didn’t think you’d have a single rude bone in your body Sophie. Never took you for what do they call those things again….” He drawled as he struts to his desk and chair and plop down smoothly.

I glared at him, fisting my hands at my sides. I’m tempted to storm his way and smack him right in the face.

His smirk widened as he lounged back. “Oh I remember the word now,”

“A bitch.” He stated chuckling with humor.

I did not find it funny, but I didn’t care to waste my breath by arguing with him.

I only came here for one thing, and one thing only.

To get Christopher Muralo’s address and get Aiden out of jail soon.

I took a step forward. “You know what I came here for Harrington. Give me his address.”

Topanow

Sergio raised a brow, arching it in a way that was mocking. “Who are we talking about here? Who’s address do you want? Who is ‘he’?”

Was he seriously pretending like he hadn’t heard me the first time?

My eyes narrowed. “You know Sergio, I don’t get it. You act like you hate me, yet, you continue to do something to get under my skin. You know, my mom once told me, those who secretly like you, pretend to hate you.”

He looks surprised for a second but then his expression changed.

He snorted. “When did she tell you that? Right before she died?”

instantly grew cold.

find out about you Sophie Bell? Your past?

stepped forward. “If you do anything to

a careless hand. “I don’t hurt the

I clench

caused an innocent

throbbing with both pain and fear of

behind bars. Poor innocent Aiden. Was

about him!” I spat, my hands fisting and ready to slam into

of shutting up,

fool now. Someone smart would not make the same mistake twice. Hell,

towards him, anger

of him, the only thing separating us was the huge oak desk.

myself to not jump or back away and sent daggers his way.

He’s not fazed.

He stressed on the word righted and wrong, peering at me such coldly that

what you broke.” Again he stressed on the words fixed and

on his knees right now. Thanking me for making him the man he is today.

keep her legs shut

was holding back. It was burning

act like you’re some kind of God.” I hissed.

responded with a careless shrug and walked around the desk.

him and only inches away from the cold man who

You’re evil to the core. Rotten. You must have never experienced

showed me that I had successfully gotten under

man who’s miserable inside. Pushing your family in the fire only to have

eyes darken with anger and I inwardly gloat. It felt nice to get under

turned, surprise removed

He asked through tight lips, a frown marring

There were no photographs of his family. Nothing. Nada. I realized how truly lonely this man was.

me feel bad for him. Key word being almost.

I uttered while bringing my gaze back to

opened his mouth. I