9. Harmony
Harmony
The tires crawl against the pavement. Dante’s house is like a fortress on the side of a mountain. A fucking dream. A dream that I have—that’ll never come true. Damien doesn’t care about what I want. I’m just his whore.
I put the car in park and slide out of the driver’s seat. That’s when a strong arm jerks me back, pulling me back to my seat.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Sweat beads form on my forehead as I search his soulless eyes for answers. Am I the getaway driver? A chill drips down my spine, threatening to freeze my movements.
“N-nowhere…”
He gives me a sinister grin.
Nope. Don’t like that. What the fuck?
“I’ll be right back,” he says. Then he leaves the car with grace. Power. Authority.
I watch him as he approaches the front door, and I don’t have a good view of who is on the other side. He walks into the house, and the door closes.
What the fuck is happening?
I wait for what feels like an eternity. Still no sign of Damien.