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.

did she tell

I instantly grew cold.

continued. “What? Didn’t think I’d find out about you Sophie Bell? Your past? Those who took you

“If you do anything

a careless hand. “I don’t hurt the

as I clench it

someone who caused an innocent

body stiffened, my blood freezing, my heart throbbing with

placed behind bars.

my hands fisting and ready to slam

of shutting

mistake twice.

him, anger

on the opposite side of him,

surface, hard. I willed myself to

He’s not fazed.

your wrongs.” He stressed on the word righted and wrong, peering at me such coldly that I actually

he stressed on the

me. “He should be on his knees

snorted and shook his head.” But instead you, a lowly peasant whore who couldn’t keep her legs shut trapped

back. It was burning me all the way to the core

some kind

with a careless

and only inches away from the

and you’ll never be. You’re evil to the core.

that I had successfully gotten

but a lonely man who’s miserable inside. Pushing your family in the fire

I inwardly gloat. It

last long, his features turned, surprise removed from his eyes and

my house?” He asked through

house. There were no photographs of his family. Nothing. Nada.

bad for

planned all this.” I uttered while bringing my gaze back to