Ending Link (Link Dane 2)

FOURTEEN

FOURTEEN

His condo was nice looking. A large flat screen TV hung on the wall with a white marble TV console right below it. Above it, a game console was perched on it and I knew that it probably saw more action than I had seen in the past six years. The leather sofas were a cream colour, with a white coffee table in the middle. The hint of spiced lavender wafted through the air and the whole place smelled of that clean, fresh scent.

I only managed to take that much until before Link ushered me further in the apartment. He led me into the open kitchen that overviewed the outside, wide clear glass window letting in the beautiful sunlight. He got to cooking straight after having me on one of the bar stools.

I carried on taking the place in and saw a long hallway that led to four doors that were shut closed. I wondered what were in those rooms and most especially what room was his?

Questions slurred in the back of my mind and I couldn't hold it in anymore. It seemed like the man cooking a simple omelette had some answers.

"Tell me who is after me." It came out as more of a demanding statement than a simple, innocent question. I had noted long ago with Link, questions always gave him room for manipulation. This way it came out straight.

"They are people after your father's money." He answered without turning around.

I rolled my eyes at him although he couldn't see. "I gathered that much already. I need more Link."

He let out a sigh and stopped cooking, putting the fluffy omelette on the plate he had ready. He faced me and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms across his toned chest. "He's called Vincent Benji. I don't know the insides of the deal he made with your dad and Lucian is working on that but what I do know is that he's a man with little or no morals. He doesn't give a care about anyone except himself. He loves money," he scoffed out. "The guy killed people right in front of the public but whatever the hell he does, he always get away with it. It's like he's got the police wrapped around his finger. He plays with people like it's a joke and women are his favourite toys."

I took that all in, my heart beat accelerating at the thought of a man such as Vincent Benji after myself and my daughter. I was contemplating giving him all his money and hope to get off his radar. "Can't I just give him his money and call it a day?" I voiced out loud.

Link let out another scoff. "If it was that easy. He wants it all and he wants you."

My lungs pressed together, losing the ability to give me oxygen and to breathe. "What does he want with me?" I asked, my voice coming out a bit higher than I expected.

"Let's just call you the ultimate prize." Link gritted out, a muscle in his jaw twitching. He had a hard look on his face, like he was ready to throw some serious punches at anyone any second.

Was I to become one if his toys?

Link reached for the plate with the omelette and placed it in front of me. "Don't worry though, he won't come close to you. If there is anyone Benji fears it's Lucian's wrath."

He went to the fridge, which was stocked to the max. He grabbed two bottles of water, one bottle of orange juice and two pots of strawberry yogurt.

He came to sit right next to me, placing the orange juice and the yogurt in front of me. He leaned into my side, the side of my face burning as his heat enveloped me. He grazed my earlobe with his teeth, the sensation both surreal and disarming. "And my wrath is worse than Lucian's." He said in a soft voice that tickled my skin. I felt the hairs stand on edge, waiting for the ultimate pleasure ride but when he moved back and created distance between us, I let out a disappointed sigh.