𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜 – 𝕜𝕒𝕝𝕚 𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤
CHAPTER TWENTY | HARLEY
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪
Storm was growing increasingly annoyed. Sophia hadn't talked to him for three days. He'd spent the entirety of a week hunting down everyone who'd ever hurt her, tortured and killed them only to return and be ignored by her. He didn't understand why.
Sophia couldn't believe the audacity of the man. He'd forced her to drink more than she could handle all while knowing that she wasn't used to drinking. She couldn't handle her liquor yet. It made her skin crawl that she couldn't remember anything other than snippets of what had happened that late morning.
Her dagger, her bruised wrist, his angry face, his lap, her tears, Koshmar and then throwing up before passing out on the bathroom floor.
The conversation was like whispers in her ears, whispers she couldn't for the life of her uncover.
She wanted to know. She needed to know. She hated not knowing. It made her feel like she was not in control and she was always in control.
"Big girls don't cry, malyshka."
"They don't?"
"They don't. They communicate instead and explain why they feel upset."
"I'll stop crying."
"That's my good girl."
"I don't want you to go."
His good girl. He called her his good girl. She told him not to leave, begged him and he left anyway, calling her his good girl. He left his stupid phone and by the time she was sober enough to go on the computer to find out where the hell he was, it was too late. It would have taken several days to find him.
So instead, she spent her time taking care of Koshmar, taking him for walks and feeding him just like when he was a pup.
It took Storm eight days to return. Eight tortuous days where she worried that someone had finished the job that was hers.
"Sophia," Storm tried once more, inching closer.
Sophia glared at her desk, not wanting to meet his manipulative gaze. "No."
That was all she ever said to him since he'd come back. No. No this, no that, no everything. He wanted to erase the word from her vocabulary.
"Sit. Down."
"No."
"I said-!"
"No!" Sophia glared, the flames in her eyes consuming her pretty blues.
That was it. He'd had it with her.
Taking her by the nape of her neck, he dragged her along with him out of the building before throwing the vicious cat over his shoulders, flinching at how her claws violently slashed and tore his skin apart.
"I'll rip your fucking nails out."
Sophia ignored him, not believing a word that left his lips. And she wasn't wrong to. Storm wasn't going to kill her or hurt her too much. Now that he knew she was Selarom, he needed her hands more than he needed to get his head out of the gutter. Sex could wait; war and blood couldn't.
"No!"
That fucking word-!
Storm stomped down the reception before being stopped by a certain receptionist, blocking his way. "Get. Out. Of. My. Fucking. Way."
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عاطفية"𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦." Sophia gasped as his hand tightened around her neck, his gun suddenly lowered to her heat, teasing her. The more she fought, the tighter his grip got and the more breathless she grew as he started moving the gun against her, making t...
