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.

“When did she tell

I instantly grew cold.

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

you

a careless hand. “I don’t hurt the

jaw hurts as

caused

with both pain and fear of where this

placed behind bars. Poor innocent Aiden. Was such a

you dare say anything about him!” I spat, my

shutting up, he

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

towards him,

of him, the only thing

on the surface, hard. I willed myself to not

He’s not fazed.

righted your wrongs.” He stressed on the word righted and wrong,

broke.” Again he stressed on the

a finger at me. “He should be on his knees right now. Thanking me

lowly peasant whore who couldn’t keep her legs shut trapped

of the anger I was holding back. It

act like you’re some kind of God.” I

responded with a careless shrug and walked

around, now facing him and only inches away from the cold man who stood before

devil. You’re no God and you’ll never be. You’re evil to

ticked which showed me that I had

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

I inwardly gloat. It felt nice to get under his skin

his features turned, surprise removed from his eyes and the nasty cold

asked through tight lips, a frown marring his

his study. Spotless clean like the rest of his house. There were no photographs of his family. Nothing. Nada. I realized how truly

me feel bad

you? You planned all this.” I uttered while bringing