Chapter 29
CHAPTER 29
KIARA
Reluctantly, I turn to the front door and open it. Like I’d suspected, Yolanda is frantically trying to call 911, but judging by the way she keeps jabbing her thumbs into her phone screen, it’s obvious that the jammer is doing its job. Anthony and his friends look just as confused.
“Yo,” I say quietly.
Her alarmed eyes shoot to mine. “Kiara—thank God . I was trying to call the police but?—”
“Go home.”
I shiver as the tip of Zyran’s knife trails down my spine. He stands behind the door, just barely out of sight, so Yolanda can’t see him.
Yo drops her hands to her hips and narrows her eyes at me. “What the fuck do you mean? Let’s go. Now .”
I shake my head and try to ignore the way Zyran’s free hand explores my ass. He fingers the outline of my back pockets, sending thrills throughout my whole body. I stifle the urge to close my eyes and lean back into his touch.
“I’m safe. He won’t hurt me,” I assure her.
For a few moments, she doesn’t break eye contact. I can practically hear her thoughts as she watches me intently, worry lines creasing her forehead.
I give her a small, forced smile. “I promise. Just please don’t call the police. You’ll only make things worse.”
Yolanda sticks her phone into her pocket and eyes the door warily, seemingly able to see Zyran through it. “Are you sure?”
I nod, trying to ignore the way Zyran’s fingers travel over the nape of my neck. “I’m sure. I promise.”
Anthony and his friends shoot me an irritated look. “So, we came all the way here for nothing?”
“I’m sorry,” I say honestly because I really didn’t mean to waste their time. I really thought they could help me get my pendant back, but Zyran always has a way of turning everything on its head.
They roll their eyes and mumble insults under their breath as they walk to their car without saying another word to me and speed off. Whatever they said wasn’t quiet enough, though, because Zyran’s fingers still on my back.
Shit. He’s going to make them pay for that later. I just know it.
Yolanda’s shoulders slump with defeat as she sighs and turns to walk back to her car. Before she gets in, she looks at me again and says loud enough for Zyran to hear, “If I wake up and see your face on the news tomorrow morning, I’m going to the police. And I’ll personally hunt that psycho down.”
I swallow the bile that rises up my throat. The thought of Yolanda searching for my killer makes me uneasy. I know Zyran wouldn’t do anything to hurt me…
Well, he wouldn’t kill me.
Slowly, I close both of the doors and turn to face my stalker. He smiles devilishly, and I hate myself for wanting to do nothing else but shove him against the wall and kiss those plump lips of his.
“When do we start?” I ask him through gritted teeth.
“Now.”