Page 121 of Poison Aches
“Then no.”
He watches me carefully.
Without saying anything else, he takes out his phone and starts to punch in a number.
“Who are you calling?”
“The FBI.”
“WHAT?”
“I’m sure your brother will enjoy going after a tip that will definitely lead to arresting his own little sister. The same little sister that he has worked tirelessly all these years to protect, even after that blunder you made that almost ruined your entire family, twice.”
“No…”
“And I’m sure with all the government institutions you have hacked, including attempting to hack the very same bureau unit your brother works in, he will be suspected for helping you, then ultimately fired and charged as an accessory to your crimes.”
“No!”
“Not to mention how high up Spider is in the FBI. Remember, he’s also connected to other special intelligence organizations that I’m sure you don’t even know of, so to keephim quiet guess what they will do?” he says softly and then shakes his head. “I just feel sorry for Marie. At her age, the stress and shock of your crimes and the consequences your brother faces will surely kill her if not destroy her.”
“You wouldn’t…” I gasp, my heart now racing a million miles a second.
“Angel, you know me better than that.”
To that, he actually dials the number and hits the speaker button.
“Federal—”
I immediately snatch the phone and hang up, panting hard, fast, and painfully.
I look up and stare at Emmett, only realizing that everything has become blurry again.
“Fine! I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t tell anyone about me!” I cry, my body trembling.
Emmett is silent for a while.
Then, he moves.
“You know, after all these years, Angel, I would’ve thought you would have grown out of your pathetic habit of crying when you get caught,” Emmett’s wickedly soft voice speaks right against my ear.
I feel him wipe away the trails on my face, then he cups my cheek with his right hand.
I can feel the rough callouses against my skin. As well as the tightly restrained power in his palm…enough to break stone without flinching.
“Tears are nothing. You already know what works with me, Angel.”
A powerful shudder racks through my body, so strong that I know he feels it.
I hate that I know what he means.
“Emmett…”
“Just like you did then…you will again this time.”
I can tell that he means it.
I stare at his crafted drop-dead handsome face that features in both my fantasies and nightmares.
