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.

out about you Sophie Bell? Your

forward. “If you do anything to

hand. “I don’t

hurts as

someone who caused

my heart throbbing with both pain and

an innocent person to be placed behind bars. Poor innocent

you dare say anything about him!” I spat, my hands fisting and ready to slam into bones

of shutting up, he

now. Someone smart would not make the same mistake

stormed towards him,

I’m on the opposite side of him, the only thing separating us was the

surface, hard. I willed myself to not jump or back away and sent daggers

He’s not fazed.

know what’s funny Sophie Bell? I righted your wrongs.” He stressed on the word righted and wrong, peering at me such coldly that

Again he stressed on the

“He should be on his knees

instead you, a lowly peasant whore who couldn’t keep her legs

was holding back. It was burning me all the way

you’re some

responded with

inches away from

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

showed me that I had successfully gotten under

your family in the fire only

with anger and I inwardly gloat. It felt nice to get under his skin for

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

He asked through tight lips, a frown marring his

There were no photographs of his family. Nothing. Nada. I realized how truly

me feel bad for him. Key word being

didn’t you? You planned all this.” I uttered while bringing my