Page 39 of Adam
“No! You won’t kill my father!” Her eyes widen to their fullest.
I remove my hand from her. “Why? I’m sure you won’t miss him.”
“No matter how much of a monster he is, he is still my father, and I love him.” She rolls her eyes. “I mean, I think I love him. He’s all I know.”
Her ignorance grates the hell out of me. How can she not get it? He’s a fucking monster. He’s the kind of sick fuck who’d kill his own kid. Already shot her once because I didn’t want to cooperate.
Her father …
After everything he’s done to her, she still throws herself in front of him like some loyal idiot. He locks her away, pretends she doesn’t exist, rips the idea of a normal life right out of her hands, and she still tries to protect him. Pathetic. This manipulative bastard needs to die, and I’ll be the one to make it happen.
I just need to know who’s coming for her before I make a move. Otherwise, I’ll deal with one problem and another will step in right after.
I take a step back and let out a scornful scoff. She straightens her outfit and goes through her bag, searching for something.
“You study, huh?” I ask.
“What did you expect?”
“What subject?”
“Comparative literature.”
I glance at her, raising a brow. “What’s that?”
She smirks, clearly amused. “It’s where you read a shit-ton of books from all over the world and pretend you’re not judging people’s entire cultures while you do it.”
“And you like that shit?”
“Does it matter?”
“Doesn’t it?”
She lets out a long breath, her eyes darting all over the ground. “It was the first thing I saw, so I took it. Better than suffocating at home with parents who pretend they care enough to hire me bodyguards but still make me feel invisible, right?”
If she only knew how much I understand. If she only knew how her little confession is pouring gasoline on the fire that’s got me itching to put them both in the ground.
Why do I already feel so … responsible for her? She’s a chain wrapped around my throat, and I can’t decide if I want to protect her from every filthy thing in this world or be the one to ruin her first.
“Adam,” she suddenly says, grabbing my arm and looking me in the eyes. “I’m glad you’re here. It’s the first time that I feel …”
“Safe?”
“Like I actually matter,” she replies.
She rises on her toes, brushing a quick kiss against my cheek. Light and fleeting.
What the …?
Her eyes catch mine for a heartbeat, and I know she thinks she can just walk away like that.
She turns for the university doors, and every step is a fucking dare. She’s testing how far she can get, but she’s not walking out of my reach.
Isabella
My feelings areall over the place. I feel my heart racing, and I don’t know the reason behind it. Probably because a gorgeous, hot-as-hell man cornered me and asked me to keep it a secret. Or maybe I imagined it. I mean, who would want to risk his life just to have me in bed?
Or perhaps it’s because the same man attacked someone I know not so long ago for no apparent reason. I mean yeah, Levi said something nasty about me, but it’s not the first time. Although it is the first time someone defended me like that for something so simple.
