Summer❤
As the door slams shut behind him, I clutch to the wall and refuse to allow my knees to give way. The dull ache between my thighs becomes unbearable as my lace thong clings to my skin.
That fucking bastard
I sigh. Yet again, our interaction just wields more questions than fucking answers. Do I believe he killed my dad? No, but he knows who did and is fucking toying with me. He never tells me what he wants, not really, and never tells me why he’s here.
Moving to the sofa, my head falls into my palms while my mind whirls with all the fucking questions. Massaging my temples, I relieve some of the building pressure. I feel the frustration of being kept in the dark, which is beginning to chew away at my soul.
I jump to my feet as a harsh knock penetrates through the front door. With my eyes fixed on the figure underneath the door, I wait.
Two/Face wouldn’t knock…
He’d just fucking appear like the ghost he is, no this isn’t him, and it’s not Bhodi. He somehow managed to get in last night without warning. Whoever is standing on the other side of the door isn’t someone I have invited. Swallowing hard, I quickly realize.
Harry.
As my entire body deflates and the slow knocks continue, I cautiously step the door, making sure not to make any noise while I move closer to Harry. I freeze once I hear his voice taunting me through the door.
“Suuuuummmmeerrrrrr.” He sings eerily through the door. “The funeral is in a couple of days, my love; I’ll be seeing you real soon.” He sniggers, and I watch as the shadow moves away from the door.
A cold sweat falls over my skin, and my stomach twists and turns with how relentless Harry truly is. I know he wants revenge because I fled to New York. I know he is the reason Detective Strode is lying in a hospital bed. I don’t trust that he won’t cause trouble at the funeral; hell, I don’t even think he won’t try and hurt someone else.
Shit.
Pulling my phone from my purse, I unlock it. Scrolling through looking for Bhodi’s number, my finger hovers over the call button once it appears on the screen. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what I’m meant to fucking say? I’ve never told him about Two/Face before or anything that’s happened between us, probably because it sounds fucking insane, and I’m crazy for allowing it to continue.
Plus, it would then open up Bhodi to whatever Two/Face is into, and I can’t have that. He’s right. This won’t end well. But if I stay away, that could ensure his safety. Throwing the phone back down onto the glass table in front of me, I allow my head to fall back onto the sofa. The silence in the apartment consuming me.