60 Days Submission - Page 83/125

"Terrible. She hates me."

I didn't like to cry, it showed how weak I was. How much she had affected me, but I just couldn't help it. Darryl froze, watching the single tear trail down my cheek. Tickling my heated skin. I could feel my face burning up.

Eyes held mines and for a millisecond I saw something inhumane, bestial. His thumb swept over my cheek with gentle tenderness before tasting the salty droplet.

"If you want them gone, I can have it arranged."

I blinked. Unsure of what to make of his statement.

Gone?

What did he mean by that?

"Darryl..."

"I don't want to see you unhappy Adela."

I push myself away from his grasp, attempting to gain my composure. He placed a finger under my chin, closing my mouth.

He half smiles at my shock. "The world is made up of good and bad Adela." resting a finger tip on my shoulder, increasing the flames.

I flashed him a displeased scowl. "And which side are you on?“

"The good."

I watched as the hint of a smile crosses his face and something tells me that I couldn't believe him. He picks up the local newspaper reading the contents, leaving so much unsaid.

I look at him late thirties, early forties, stunning. Clean cut, though with a stubble pattern along his face. Sharp cheekbone. Tall, lean and suddenly frightening.