Deception

Chapter 37 - Roadtrip

~Silas POV~

Stones rustle beneath my shoes every step towards the car. Staring off at a cluster of powdered trees around the driveway, I lean against the side of my car and exhale sharply.

This city isn't lively at all. Where others see Broadway and a colourful skyline, I see death. Blood. A place far from the commercialised heaven people see, but it's mine. All mine.

Every broken bone, every mislead man following the trail I've made for him knowing damn well I'm going to ruin him. I've grown immune to the fact that life still exists in this shithole, so much that when I see it I don't know how to act around it.

I glance at the front door.

Sometimes, where nothing else has, the thought of curls and a soft stare mars the memories of broken glass.

The door swings open and my senses hold still.

Pale pink heels come down the stairs towards me.
She walks like she's stepping into unknown territory.

Small steps. Dark focused eyes, always lingering everywhere a little longer like what she sees needs her complete observation.

I hold her stare when it meets mine, before lowering my eyes over her wooly white dress, bare thighs and mismatching heels. Fuck.

I just realised why they call revenge sweet. My palm strokes over my jaw, the memory of her light whimper in my ear from when I'd kissed her breaking me out into shivers. My eyes narrow.

She's not wearing a jacket.

Does she not listen on purpose?

Rubbing her hands together, she stops, probably not expecting me to open the backdoor and pull out her pale blue jacket. I've never seen someone hate a jacket so much.

"I don't want it." She says tightly but I move it towards her.

"Don't care. Put it on." I say and remember what I have in my pocket. I dig into it and when I pull my hand out, a necklace unravels between my fingers. "And this, this is a tracker. Never take it off yeah?"

Her lips part with a gasp. "What? Now you're gonna pull up everywhere I go on maps?"

"You go to the mall, get ripped off by cheap souvenir shops and eat local Mexican food." I dryly remind her. "There's nothing secretive about you baby."

Her hands rest on her hips. "I can take care of myself."

"You're the wife of New York's king. You gained enemies the second you said yes to me."

"You trained me."

"Not enough."

She's about to speak before I grab her waist and pull her against me, resting a thumb along her neck. "You're dead, now what?"

She inhales a slow breath and arches against me a little. "You can remarry." She pauses, and then removes herself from my hold. All of a sudden the spark in her eyes dies down as she looks away. "It's not like it'll be hard. I was easy to fool remember?"