PRISONERS

Chapter 44

• Chapter 44 •

“If this is some kinky threesome shit I'm not—,“

“Shut the fuck up,” Harry brawled with a bored tone, glaring at Bruce.

He then looked at me, eyes softening. He leaned forward and brought his lips to mine, making my body warm up at the familiar touch, butterflies flying in my stomach. I kept the gun aimed at Bruce’s face, not lowering it one bit. Harry broke the kiss, eyes flamed up with a cold, intensive thirst for some blood that made me tremble.

“Bruce Coil, our amazing president, how lucky are we,” Harry gushed dramatically, dragging the palm of his hand down Bruce’s chest. “to have you.”

“If you want money, I-I can give it to-to you.” Bruce stuttered, looking between us with wide, terrified eyes.

“Did you hear that, baby?” Harry looked at me, amused. “He can give us money.”

The moment he finished, we both burst out laughing, aware that my brother is already stealing the diamonds in his basement while he is here, trembling like a fish under my legs. I moved away from Bruce, keeping my gun aimed at him so he wouldn't dare do anything sudden. Harry surprised me by taking my place and sitting on top of Bruce, straddling him. Bruce got even more stiff and awkward, his eyes ready to pop out from their sockets.

“I-I don't understand what you want — I'm not—,“

“Does your gorgeous woman know that you have stolen diamonds in your basement, Bruce?” Harry asked raspily, catching him off guard at the ‘supposed to be secret’ information.

I slowly moved to Bruce’s head, my free hair fondling his hair, making him flinch away at my touch in horror. I chuckled and kept messing with his hair, finding it extremely amusing how ‘a man of power’ is so frightened of a little touch.

“How do you know about the—,“

“Cara told me when I fucked her.”

My eyes met Harry’s, my heart stopping right there. Harry gave me a pointy look before he focused back to his victim. Okay, that means he’s just lying. Or maybe he isn't. I ignored the jolt of jealousy that sparked through me and kept tugging at Bruce’s hair, a little more roughly this time.

“You're a fucking liar - Cara is better than that!” Bruce claimed, sounding offended, face flushing red in jealousy.

Oh boy, he reminds me so much of Kayn...he wants his woman to be loyal while he's fucking other women...

“Fucking pathetic.” I thought out loud, causing him to flinch away from my touch once again.

“Get your hands off me!”

“Harry we got a problem — they saw us!” Elijah yelled in my ears.

Immediately, stress, anxiety and fear creeped all over my skin. I locked my arm tightly around Bruce’s neck, causing him to struggle and grab me, only for Harry to pull out his knife and point it at his face threatingly.

“Hands off.” he demanded coldly, his face slowly turning into the dark, evil expression of a psycho killer who craves death. “Get everything and go to the back now.” Harry demanded, one hand pressing the button on his earbug.