Free Little Black Break (Little Black Book #2) by Tabatha Vargo, Melissa Andrea Page A

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    “I’m not a mind reader,” I snapped. “Are you going to tell me?”
    I felt the tip of the blade move through my hair, pushing it to the side. I didn’t make a sound.
    “You’re so feisty. I can see why he likes you so much.”
    His words made me swallow hard and my heart skip a beat.
    “He who?”
    “Whoever is keeping your bed warm at night, sweetheart.”
    I slowly let out the breath I’d been holding. He was still playing with me, trying to unnerve me, and I was stupidly letting him.
    “Do you plan to use that on me?”
    He shifted the knife through my hair again, sending chills along my skin.
    “Is that something you’re into?”
    “No. You?”
    If I could keep him distracted long enough, I could figure out how I was going to get out of my car alive.
    My mind went over a plan.
    If only I could get to my gun, then maybe I’d have a chance. But that wasn’t going to work. My gun was in my purse, and my purse was in my gym bag, which was in the backseat somewhere with him. The thought made me want to throw up, but I was not going to die tonight. I just needed to keep him talking until someone else walked through the parking garage.
    “I think you’d be terrified if you knew the things I was into, sweetheart.”
    “Like sneaking into an unsuspecting woman’s car while she’s in the gym?”
    “Yes. Exactly like that.”
    I didn’t know how I had expected him to answer, but I wasn’t surprised by the fact that it didn’t give me any comfort. I couldn’t read this man. I tried to tell myself that if he were going to kill me, he probably would have already, but I didn’t quite believe that.
    “I’ll fight you,” I whispered. “I won’t make whatever you’re going to do to me easy.”
    He was quiet for a second. “It wouldn’t be any fun if you just gave me what I wanted.”
    “My boyfriend is going to come looking for me. I’m already late.”
    That wasn’t a complete lie.
    I was late.
    But Sebastian would have no idea where to look for me, and that was my fault.
    I wanted to see his face more than anything. I should have been honest. I shouldn’t have lied to the man I love. No job was worth it.
    “Will he?”
    “Yes, and I promise you, he’ll kill you if he finds you.”
    He chuckled. “What man wouldn’t kill for the woman he loves?”
    I ignored that.
    “If you leave now, there’s no harm done. All you’ve managed to do is scare me a little.”
    I didn’t want to admit that to him, but maybe if he knew he’d done what he’d set out to do, he’d leave.
    “I’ve scared you?”
    “Yes. Isn’t that what you’re trying to do?”
    “Maybe. Maybe I’m not finish scaring you.”
    “I won’t tell anyone. There’s nothing to tell. I don’t know who you are, and I haven’t seen your face.”
    “Would you like to know how our paths crossed? How our fates collided?”
    “No,” I whispered.
    I could feel the tears beginning to burn the back of my eyelids, but I forced myself not to cry. He was talking like a crazy person, and it was starting to seem like a real possibility that this man could kill me.
    “Wouldn’t you, at least, like to know who I am? I’m here holding a blade to you, which could kill you at any second. Wouldn’t it be nice to at least know your killer?”
    “No. Please. Just go.” A single tear escaped and rushed down my cheek.
    Again, he chuckled. “Well, I’ll tell you anyway.” He leaned closer, his hot breath moving the wisps of hair beside my ear. “They call me the boogeyman, sweetheart, and I’m your worst nightmare.”
    And then there was silence.
    The only sounds were my breathing, my pounding heartbeat in my ears, and the sounds of night surrounding me, calming me.
    I pressed my palm to my chest to try to slow my racing heart. It felt as if it were seconds away from jumping out of my chest.
    I looked in the rearview mirror, but I only saw darkness. I was afraid to move, so I sat as still as I could for the next few minutes.