Chapter 30
Wisdom’s POV
“When will I taste your lips again, Wisdom?”
The bastard has still a gut to say that to me, to face me in this garden. To touch my waist with his rough, sinful hands.
“Get off of me, Gerry!”
But my former boss just cackled; his voice is a death bell to my ears. “When will you leave me alone?!”
His nose flared as he closed the distance between us. The scent of cigarettes almost made me sneeze. His left, raspy hands crawled to my waist until it reached my chest. “I thought we have a pinkie promise that we will never be separated, hmm?”
I swallowed my fear and shoved it down into my stomach where it would hopefully be digested. My feet are on the urge of fleeing away and retreating behind Verity—mom’s—back.
“Thinking of running away, eh?” He glanced at my feet then to my eyes. His hand made its way beside my mouth, a few inches away from my lips. “What good do you think you can gain from running away from me again, Linnea?”