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Chapter 3
GiftsChapter 3 — Uncooperative King-1
| hesitate, settling down in my chair across from this man, sensing that I’m the doe to his wolf. It feels almost as if he could leapacross this table at any moment and gobble me up.
Daniel's father is Kent Lippert, the Mafia King of our city. That’s why he has a bodyguard, that’s why he has so much money —
| quirk my head to the side, still staring at Lippert, realizing that this is also why Daniel is hiding his sexuality — the mafia of ourcity are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted, especially an only son
God, he really did want me to be his beard —
Poor Daniel, he’s got to hide everything he loves —
Suddenly, | realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as | stare at him like a deer in theheadlights.
| clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain.
“So,” | say, turning back to my papers, nervous. You've done this a thousand times, Fay! | remind myself. You could do this inyour sleep! “Can you please state your name for me, and place of birth?”
“| believe,” Lippert says slowly, “That you’re already aware of my history.” He leans back, studying me,information. | quickly fill out the form.
| glance up at him, struck again by his similarity to Daniel. The profile, especially, is almost exactly the same — but whereasDaniel is gentle, refined, Kent has a grim, lethal quality to his face.
| drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. Somehow, | imagine thatthey're Kent's fingers...
| quickly dismiss the thought and focus.
“The rest of the questions that | ask you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,” | say, giving the canned speechI'm required to say to all inmates. “The state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly as part of theassessment. Do you understand?”
He is silent in response and | look up at him, a knee-jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient. He’s smirking at me, unblinking.“Little girl,” he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “what gives you the right to ask me anything aboutmy history and my mind?”
| sit straight in my chair, unnerved by such a question. “The state has hired me to administer these examinations
“Do you have a degree?” he cuts in. “Some kind of...certificate?” The final word is heavy with derision.
| frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified paperwork from the state which qualifies me forthis position. “Here,” | say, returning his glare. “If you're
DAsecond before he grabs my wrist, | realize my mistake. He
snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table. It doesn’t quite hurt, but, surprised, | drop thepaperwork as | gasp, looking up at him, terrified as he brings my hand close to his face, and then —
Oh my god
Slowly, indulgently, he runs his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist. “Camomile, lavender,” he murmurs, closing his eyes,indulging in my scent. “So fresh and clean,” he says. Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to seemy reaction as he says, “you must be a virgin.”
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Gifts
Chapter 3 — Uncooperative King—2
My lip trembles in shock, in awe. His eyes eat me up, savoring the tremble of my lips, my wide, terrified eyes.
Aguard flies through the door “Hands off!” he yells, but Kent has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head,perfectly calm.
“Sorry,” he says, smirking, his eyes on me. “Won't happen again.”
| blink at him, sitting back in my chair. | straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him.“Are you all right, miss?” the guard says, leaning forward to look
me over.
“I'm fine,” | say, rubbing my wrist with my other hand. I’m not hurt — just...shocked. | clear my throat and look back down at mypapers. “We will...we will proceed.” | work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview.
I give Lippert a steady glare, raising my chin. I’m tougher than he thinks | am.At least, | hope | am.| pick up my pen again, grateful that my hands aren’t shaking. “Please,” | say, focusing again on the paper. “Can you tell me
My face goes pale and red at once,enraged, mortified to have fallen forhis trick, but also +-godwamisit OY}feel mylnisples Fo hard under myblazer. His eyes move to my chest, asif he knows it, the hum in his chestdeepening. The content is onNovelDrama.Org! Read the latestchapter there!
| grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast asI can.Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued imprisonment, without parole.
“This is finished.” | say, decided, gathering my papers as fast as | can and shoving them, crinkled, into my bag. | can hear himlaughing softly at me as | hurry.
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| take a breath, straighten myshoulders, and then give him what |hope is a withering glare acl movetewardNe abst. | pound twice onthe metal and the guard lets me out. |don't look at Lippert again as | startto leave. The content is onNovelDrama.Org! Read the latestchapter there!
“Oh, Doctor,” | hear his voice echo behind me. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as | turn to hear his parting words.“I'll see you on the outside,” he says, giving me a dark smirk. “You can count on it.”
“Not if | have anything to say aboutit,” | murmur, my voice trembling asthe guard opens thedoor and? Sdrmont Myiwepehvork recommends hiseternal imprisonment. As far as I’m‘concerned, I'll never see him again,and good riddance. The content is onNovelDrama.Org! Read the latestchapter there!
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