Page 141 of Carrying Your Lies
“You can drop the fucking act.”
“Savannah…” He looks around the room. “Where’s Elise?”
“Give me what I want, and I’ll tell you.”
His chest rises and falls rapidly. “What the fuck have you done with my daughter?”
I smile at him. “Don’t worry. As long as she’s not with you, she’s safe.”
“What are you—“
“Drop the fucking act. We both know what you are.” I point to the seat in front of me. “This ismynegotiation.Italk, andyoulisten. I’ll tell you everything I know, and when I’m done, you will let me walk out of here.”
“Or what?”
“You’ll never see your daughter again.”
If I couldn’t get Xavier to admit the truth, I knew there was one thing I could do to guarantee my safety – a promise to return Elise. I have plans to flee before he makes me do that.
In a matter of seconds, gone is the Xavier I have known all this time. His eyes are void of any emotion as he stares through me. He leans his neck to the right until a loud click resonates through the house. He straightens his suit before lining his sleeves with his shirt cuffs.
He pulls the chair out and smiles at me. He takes the seat opposite me. “Okay, Savannah. Let’s play.”
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Xavier
Thecandleswereanice touch to the ambience. The flame flickers in her beautiful brown eyes as she stares me down. Her lips are set into a straight line, and her eyes narrowed. I smile at her, knowing she wants me to break the silence. Wasting time works in my favour.
Clearing my throat, I lean forward and move the grey crystal pawn. “Your turn.”
I have to give her some credit as she maintains her stony expression. She doesn’t look at the board or cower away from me.
She really thinks she can beat me.
“I’m not playing a stupid fucking game of chess with you,” she spits at me.
I click my tongue. “I guess I’ll play against myself.” I spin the board and make a move with the clear crystal pawn. “Tell me what you think you know.”
“You killed your mother, ex-girlfriends, Emery and…” Tears brim in her eyes. “…and Elliot.”
I turn the board back around and contemplate how I want to play this. While I should deny it, a part of me wantssomeoneto know the truth. It may as well be her, as I’m not letting her walk out of here as a free woman. “Yes.”
There’s no going back now.
She doesn’t waver. There’s no surprise. Her deadly eyes stay trained on me. “Why?”
I have never understood why people ask such a complex question, knowing they’d never get an honest answer. “Why does anyone do anything?”
“We’re not discussing why you painted your walls white. We’re talking about murder.”
I peer up at her through my lashes. “They were accidents.” My smirk finally causes a reaction.
“You’re sick.” She scowls at me in disgust. “You are fucked in the head.”
My chuckle startles her. “Womenare fucked in the head. You adulterous whores.”
Her head falls back as she laughs. Images of strangling her fill me with adrenaline. “Mommy issues? Are you fucking kidding me? All of this,” she gestures to the room, “Is because your mum shagged another man?”
