94. You should punish me

Erica

The silence in the car was thick, crushing and loud. Unbearable

It pressed from all the sides around me as I looked at him. Antonio was sitting across from me, his fingers tapping on his thigh in the familiar, maddening rhythm. His jaw was set, dark hair in disarray and top two buttons of his shirt undone with his tie loose around his neck. He looked unruly and wild. A predator trying to control his own instinct of going for the kill. I had felt this way since he entered that sitting room and more so when he didn’t get to kill Jeremiah.

My mind went back to the masked man, how he had crowded me, cornered me and overpowered me. If Jeremiah hadn’t interrupted. If Antonio hadn’t come... I shook the thoughts away. And looked at him because oddly it felt important to look at him. I was many things right now, but mostly I was the one where I wanted him to look back at me with his golden eyes. To let me see those unusual eyes. I didn’t know why I wanted that... I just...

I could still