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.

tell you that? Right before

I instantly grew cold.

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

you do anything to

hand.

as I clench it

who caused

with both

be placed behind bars. Poor innocent Aiden.

spat, my hands fisting and ready to slam into bones and

shutting up,

the same mistake twice. Hell, anyone would not make the same mistake twice except

him,

opposite side of him, the

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

He’s not fazed.

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

Again he stressed on

me. “He should be on his knees right now. Thanking me for making him the man he is

head.” But instead you, a lowly peasant whore who couldn’t keep her legs shut trapped him in something that he’s too

the anger I was holding back. It was burning me all the way to the core of my

some

responded with a careless shrug and

only inches away from the cold man who stood

to the core. Rotten. You must have never experienced love in your life

which showed me that I had successfully gotten under his

nothing but a lonely man who’s miserable inside. Pushing your family in

anger and I inwardly gloat. It felt nice

didn’t last long, his features turned, surprise removed from

house?” He asked through tight

were no photographs of his family. Nothing.

almost made me feel bad for him. Key word

You planned all this.” I uttered while bringing my