His Moves

Demitri

I look at Dean, and he glares towards me. It's funny, really, but still confusing. I walk around him and tap the blade against his neck.

"Makes no sense. You were fucking others, and quickly moved in with another woman, so why are you so hurt by her throwing you out?" I ask and lean into his face.

"Like I'm telling you," he laughs slightly, and I join in.

"Oh, you will, either now or when you have no fingers left, you will tell me," I say before leaning in closer. "What is it about Demi that made you want to take revenge on me? Knowing that you would be dead?"

"Fuck you." He shouts, and I laugh. The dagger dug into his neck slightly.

"There has to be something." I know there is. He wanted revenge, but the whole thing makes no sense. "Was she paying for you to live? Is that it?" I ask as I sit down and face him.

Now I'm actually really fucking curious, he's not a fool to do this, so he had a reason and it wasn't because Demi fucked me. So what is it?

"How long were you and Demi