A Break In

Chapter 63

Cephus’ POV

You’re a mindless, disgusting bastard who gets off on bloodshed, and that’s not okay with me. I didn’t sign up to be shacked up with some lunatic.”

I laugh, because, well, it’s funny, and if she thinks I’m crazy, she should see some of the sick bastards who walk freely in the world.

“You didn’t sign up for this? Well, neither did I, darling. But I can tell you now, your father did sign up for the money. Money that he spent on you.”

I smirk because I’m a fucking prick like that. I watch as her eyes skim the cell. There is nothing for her to throw at me.

The small toilet and sink can’t be moved, and she wasn’t given any sharp objects.

“I hate you!” She lunges forward as if she is going to do something.

Except I’m faster and more experienced when it comes to fighting. If a fight is what she wants, she doesn’t stand a chance.

I grab her, my touch firm, but not rough enough to hurt her. She struggles against me, her elbow coming to land on my stomach. It doesn’t af