“Get out of here or I’ll call the police!” I warned.
He must know it was a bluff, because the cell service was shit here, and I was too afraid to move for several long minutes, my back against the wooden door like it would be any protection at all against Gabriel.
I didn’t hear him leave, but finally I knew he must be gone.
My lungs were bursting as I took deep, gasping breaths, trying not to wake Lucian up.
Because how could I explainthis?
Slick with sweat, I tried to calm down enough to get in bed next to my boyfriend.
“Your son is a psychopath,” I hissed at him, but he only snored.
Should I wake him up and demand we leave?
What if somehow Gabriel intercepted us on the way out?
Would he dare to physically wrestle me from his father?
I didn’t knowwhathe was capable of.
It was a long time before my heartbeat calmed down.
The experience had shaken me more than I wanted to admit.
The way Gabriel had gone directly for me, without hesitation.
The way he had premeditatedly turned off the lights and waited for me?
It all spoke to a level of control he was trying to exert over me. I sure as fuck was not going to try to give him therapy.
What had made him fixate on me?
Now, why had I used that word? Surely it wasn’t afixation.
I knew from my research that, once activated, it was difficult or impossible to change the direction of psychopath’s fixation.
But it couldn’t be that.
He barely knew me.
I wasfifteenyears older.
What if I woke Lucian up and had sex with him? Maybe that would erase the feeling of Gabriel’s dick in my mouth, the sting of his size on my lips.
I wiggled around in bed.
I could do that.
But I was too scared to.
The knowledge frightened me more than anything else had.
What would Gabriel do if he found out?
The other question was, why had Lucian lied to me? Surely he must be aware his son was a psychopath. Had he lied just to get me here?
Was he foolish enough to think I’d lie to HNL officials out of love for him?
