SWNOVELS Chapter 3
Gifts
Chapter 3 — Uncooperative King—1
I 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 leap across 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 —
1 quirk my head to the side, still staring at Lippert, realizing that this is also why
Daniel is hiding his sexuality — the mafia of our city 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, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes
moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights.
I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain.
“So,” I say, turning back to my papers, nervous. You've done this a thousand
times, Fay! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! “Can you please
state your name for me, and place of birth?”
“I believe,” Lippert says slowly, “That you're already aware of my history.” He
leans back, studying me,
information. I quickly fill out the form.
I glance up at him, struck again by his similarity to Daniel. The profile, especially,
is almost exactly the same — but whereas Daniel is gentle, refined, Kent has a
grim, lethal quality to his face.
I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its
fingers down my spine. Somehow, I imagine that they're Kent's fingers...
I quickly dismiss the thought and focus.
“The rest of the questions that I ask you today will be of a personal and
psychological nature,” I say, giving the canned speech I'm required to say to all
inmates. “The state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly
as part of the assessment. Do you understand?”
He is silent in response and I 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 about my history and my mind?”
I 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.
I frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified
paperwork from the state which qualifies me for this position. “Here,” I say,
returning his glare. “If you're
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A second before he grabs my wrist, I 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, I drop the paperwork as I 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 see my 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.
A guard 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.”
I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I 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,” I say, rubbing my wrist with my other hand. I'm not hurt — just...
shocked. I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. “We will...we will
proceed.” I 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 I am.
At least, I hope I am.
I pick up my pen again, grateful that my hands aren't shaking. “Please,” I say,
focusing again on the paper. “Can you tell me
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My face goes pale and red at once,
enraged, mortified to have fallen for
his trick, but also — god damnit — I
feel my nipples go hard under my
blazer. His eyes move to my chest, as
if he knows it, the hum in his chest
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I grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast as
I can.
Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued
imprisonment, without parole.
“This is finished.” I say, decided, gathering my papers as fast as I can and
shoving them, crinkled, into my bag. I can hear him laughing softly at me as I
hurry.
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I take a breath, straighten my
shoulders, and then give him what I
hope is a withering glare as I move
towards the door. I pound twice on
the metal and the guard lets me out. I
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“Oh, Doctor,” I hear his voice echo behind me. My cheeks burn with
embarrassment as I 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.”
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it,” I murmur, my voice trembling as
the guard opens the door and I storm
out. My paperwork recommends his
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eternal imprisonment. As far as I'm
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concerned, I'll never see him again,
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