Caged Temptress | 18+

covet (verb): yearn to possess or have (something or someone)

EVA PETROV

My hands begin to shake at the realization and before I have a chance to drop the gun, Nick takes it from my now pale fingers.

"No more guns," he states and flips the safety switch up. "Sit down. I have more questions." As he removes the silencer off the end, I just watch him in horror.

I almost shot his head off and this was his reaction?

I'm too shocked to argue or say anything so I just obediently sit on the end of the bed.

He tucks the gun into the back of his pants this time and gives me a blank look. Those obsidian eyes look like they could hypnotize me.

Before I can apologize he says, "Guns are not toys. You need to focus on your target or you'll get yourself killed."

A sinking feeling settles in my stomach at his words.

I feel like a child that was just scolded.

"Don't apologize," is all he says before he completely redirects. "Now, answer all of my questions. If you lie, I shoot."

My hands feel clammy and my mouth dry as the seriousness of his threat settles in. I just nod as his dark eyes stare me down, like he's daring me on to lie to him to see the outcome.

"I respect that you didn't sell out your friend, but I know she told you. Was there anyone else?"

I shake my head. "No. I assumed it already but Arden told me at the dinner." He nods, satisfied with my answer.

"Are you going to kill her for telling me?"

"Isabel will deal with it." Nick's answer is sharp and straight to the point. His eyes unyielding as they sink into mine.

I nod my head slowly. Arden and Isa have been together about two years now. They are serious about each other so maybe it's not as bad as I thought.

"Does she have a gun too?" I ask the pointless question I already know the answer to hoping Nick will give me some kind of answer that says Arden won't get hurt because of my stupidity.

Of course she has a gun.

Isa looks ready to shoot someone 24/7.

That someone being me.

"Isabel likes to plays with knives, but your friend is her responsibility. She won't be in that much trouble," he says and looks like he wants to roll his eyes at any mention of his sister.

"Oh okay..."

"I took the pills from the other dancers last night." His words bring me back to the fuzzy memories of last night.

Damian injecting me with whatever was in that needle.

Dahlia finding me drenched in the shower.

Her and Courtney getting me ready to dance in the private VIP room.

Endlessly taking pills and shots throughout the entire night.

The lap dance on a stranger on the Russian stranger.

And then the lap dance in Nick's office.

On Nick's lap.

Embarrassment floods my cheeks.

"There was Molly, K, and Speed. You were taking all of those and drinking." His tone is entirely serious and I feel my heart rate rising as he voices my fears. "You're lucky you didn't die."