You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 33

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He wore a black tuxedo that looked like it was tailored by the devil himself. One hand casually disappeared into his pant pocket, the other holding a champagne flute.

He looked so different. Like a charming CEO who was known for his charms and ready to live up to that legacy. Like the kind of man people wrote magazine covers about and called “Most Eligible.”

He didn’t look like the evil man that had murdered people without batting a lid, or hurt me like I was a breakable toy.

How could he be so good at pretense?

“Wow!” Beatrice breathed beside me.

I didn’t need to look at her to know she was drooling over the monster in a suit.

I’ll admit it–no one had any business looking that good in a tux. Not even my boss whose closet probably had its own air conditioning.

With the silver stud hanging over his left brow and the thin scar sitting just above his upper lip, he was terrifyingly handsome. If I was meeting him for the first time, my reaction would be the same as Beatrice’s

Run–my instincts screamed at me.

But that would draw unwanted attention.

Or maybe I should scream. Tell everyone who he was so we could get him arrested.

But memories of how dangerous he was flooded my mind. He was the kind of man who carried death in his pocket and wouldn’t hesitate to spend it. Who knows how many people he’d be willing to take down with him?

No. I couldn’t risk any more lives.

Suddenly, his gaze

found mine and a small smile tapped his lips.

That stupid smile. My stomach flipped, my heart ready to start racing.

What was he possibly doing here? He didn’t strike me like someone who could get involved in social gatherings. Nope. He definitely shouldn’t be here.

“Zerali Hayes,” Ms. Larkin called as they stopped before my glass.

I shifted on my feet. How did she know my name?

“This gentleman over here specifically requested for you, So, I did the honours of bringing him to you myself.”

Oh, God.

“Oh… T–Thank you, ma’am. Uh… But who’s he?” Stupid question. I shouldn’t be asking that. My mind just couldn’t stop tripping over itself trying to find a way out.

I was putting in a lot of effort not to look at the asshole who I knew was staring at me like I was a piece of art.

“Oh. He’s Callan Rockwell, representing Mr. Harrison who caught the flu at the last minute. Callan here is his nephew, don’t worry.”

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Heavens to Betsy!

I finally looked at him and there was a smirk dancing on his lips.

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We both knew he was nobody’s nephew. Not unless ‘nephew‘ was a new synonym for impostor, manipulator and murderer. What did he do to the old man to steal his seat at the table!?

Ms. Larkin was about saying something when someone approached her and whispered something into her ear.

“Oh, if you’ll excuse me.” She walked away.

My fingers knotted tightly in front of me, a vain attempt to hide my shaky hands.

“Lovely dress.” He raised his glass toward it.

My throat clamped shut. Damn it. I wish I could gauge out his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at me or anything that concerned me.

I nervously glanced around. I was already breaking a sweat and didn’t need anyone to tell me Beatrice must be stealing glances at us. I couldn’t give her a crumb to feed her curiosity.

“You’ve been ignoring my texts.” The monster spoke again, drinking from his glass.

The way he took a slow drink–God, the way his mouth touched the rim of that glass. His red lips wrapped around it like they were sucking secrets from the crystal.

I hated that my traitorous brain flashed back to how those same lips had been between my legs on my dresser. How he’d ruined me and dragged orgasm after orgasm from my body until I was nothing but a pile of shame and sweat.

The guy was a devil stitched into a human suit.

“I think that happens when a girl doesn’t want to talk to you,” I avoided his gaze.

“I don’t think that’s possible when I’m the only one she should be talking to.”

I gasped, shooting a quick glance at Beatrice. Thankfully, she was looking the other way. She couldn’t have heard that, could she?

The last thing I wanted was for anyone to think I had something personal with him.

I glared back at him, murder simmering behind my lashes. “Stay away from me. Not here.”

He lifted an amused brow. “Not here? Where, then? The restroom?”

Son of a bitch.

I looked away, wishing a guest would come up and take my attention.

Or maybe if I could just get my hand on my phone, I could fire off a quick SOS to the police. Maybe this time they’d actually catch him.

Something slammed into my chest. I didn’t actually know his name. He never told anyone even back at the foster home.

“Callan, really?” I asked, voice pitched low enough to avoid Beatrice’s radar “That isn’t your real name, is it?”

His only answer was a shrug. Definitely wasn’t.

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Against every sane instinct, I found myself leaning slightly toward him. Even in four–inch heels, I had to tilt my chin to meet his gaze. He was still taller, broader, more beast than man. And right now, he felt dangerous. “What did you do to Mr. Harrison to get his invitation?”

“Dooesn’t matter. I’m here with you.”

My neck flushed like someone had struck a match under my skin. “Did you… You couldn’t have possibly-”

“I only threatened him. I don’t just murder every single person I come across, Rali.”

The way he said it made it sound like a minor inconvenience he sometimes indulged in, like jaywalking or skipping meals.

My hands fisted beside me as I retreated.

His champagne flute was empty now, and the bold bastard had the audacity to set it on top of my glass.

“You can’t do that!”

His eyes switched to something more unhinged, “I hate it when people ignore me, Rali. Actually,” he stepped closer. “before you, no one ever ignored me and lived.”

A pool of dread formed low in my abdomen.

I gulped, trying to remain brave. “So, what? Your ego can’t take a little bruising?”

“No. Just like you couldn’t handle it when I bruised you that night.”

My lips parted in shock. Was he… taunting me?

“Go away.” I stepped back. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Zerali.”

Hearing my boss’s voice, my heart sank into an icy chasm.