Page 27 of Fatal Collision

Are you stalking me, beautiful?

My eyes bug out, and I start typing out a response, but delete it. What can I even say that won’t antagonize him further or get me into more trouble?

Kane:

I bet you’re dying to pull a gun on me again and order me around.

Dropping the phone onto the table, I rest my face in my hands and let out a long groan. God, how fucking embarrassing. What is wrong with me? And why am I thinking about it now?

Kane:

Are you fantasizing about me, little thief?

I peek through my fingers, and he continues typing.

Kane:

Fantasizing about me holding you down while the gun is just out of reach.

Kane:

Just when I’m about to sink inside that tight cunt of yours and fuck you silly, you grab the gun and aim it at me.

Kane:

Come on, beautiful. Play with me.

To hell with this.I pick up the phone.

Jessica:

Leave me alone, Kane.

Kane:

There she is. Hi, baby.

Seriously??I bite my knuckles to hold back a scream of frustration. Summer is asleep. I don’t want to wake her up.

Kane:

The gun is aimed at my head. What happens next?

I ignore him, watching the bubbles appear and disappear. Maybe he’ll go away if I don’t respond?

Kane:

Okay, my girl is playing hard to get.

My girl?

My heart does an unsettling little jump in my chest.

Kane:

I overpower you and steal the gun back. Without it, you’re trapped and helpless ;)

Kane: