Page 18 of Buried in Blood

For a moment.

Damien practically breaks down the front door with a violent swing.

“Where is she?” He demands.

“In her room.”

“No. No, she isn’t. Where the FUCK is she?” He screams.

“I-I thought she was in bed already.”

“You thought wrong.”

He throws car keys at me, and I spill my noodles onto the sofa.

“You’ll clean that later. Let’s fucking go.”

“Go where?” I ask as I stand up.

“JUST FUCKING GO!”

I run outside, no shoes, no clue where I am going, but I go. If I don’t, he will kill me. That’s certain.

I get in the car, and Damien follows quickly behind me.

“Where should I go?” I ask with shaky hands, gripping the leather steering wheel of his blacked-out Suburban.

He gives me a sinister smile.

“Let’s start with Evelyn. Take me to Dante’s.”

His words wrap around my throat like a noose, threatening to pull the stool out from under me at any moment. I swallow thickly as it feels like my saliva has turned into wax.

“O-okay.”

I press on the gas and go. Dante better be ready, because I’m not.

9

Harmony

The tires crawl against the pavement. Dante’s house is like a fortress on the side of a mountain. A fucking dream. A dream that I have—that’ll never come true. Damien doesn’t care about what I want. I’m just his whore.

I put the car in park and slide out of the driver’s seat. That’s when a strong arm jerks me back, pulling me back to my seat.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Sweat beads form on my forehead as I search his soulless eyes for answers. Am I the getaway driver? A chill drips down my spine, threatening to freeze my movements.

“N-nowhere…”

He gives me a sinister grin.

Nope. Don’t like that. What the fuck?

“I’ll be right back,” he says. Then he leaves the car with grace. Power. Authority.

I watch him as he approaches the front door, and I don’t have a good view of who is on the other side. He walks into the house, and the door closes.