Chapter 0282
I stare too long at Kent in surprise and he rolls his eyes at me before shifting to reach over me towards the light, his body
brushing against mine.
“Hey!” | snap, smacking at him and making him flinch back.
“What?” he asks, ring at me again.
“No touching!” | say, pushing him back to the other side of the bed that now feels much too small. “I can get the light!”
“Well, you weren''t getting it, Fay,” Kent points out, but | p my hand at him dismissively and turn to flick off the light. The room
instantly plunges into an inky blue darkness and when | turn back to Kent I can only see his shadowy outlines on my bed.
“Better?” | ask.
“Yes,” he sighs, starting toy down.
“What are you doing?” | ask.
“Gettingfortable, Fay,” he replies, and then | see his head turn towards me as he holds open an arm, inviting me toe
closer.
“No. Touching.” | say through my teeth.
Kent sighs in exasperation in response. “Damn it, Fay,” he says, shaking his head and covering his face with his hands. “I have
given in to everything you’ve wanted tonight. You didn’t want toe downstairs? | came up here. You wanted to hear the truth?
I''m here toy it out for you. Now would you please, please just let me fucking hold you while | talk, instead of ring at me like
an angry cat?”
Alittle angry about being put in my ce like that, | scowl and rip away the pillow between us, tossing it onto the floor and angrily
tucking myself in against Kent''s side, my cute nnel pajamas pressed up against the clean white starch of his dress shirt.
“Touching privileges will be revoked,” | murmur, “if you are a dick to me.”
“Okay,” he sighs, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me a little closer. Then, quite soft, he murmurs “thank you”
before turning his head to bring his nose closer to me, sniffing my freshly-washed hair.
But | flinch away. “No funny business,” | murmur, wanting quite desperately to hold my ground but knowing that | will lose my
head immediately if this goes any further.
“No funny business,” Kent agrees, sighing again and turning his face up to the ceiling so that | can see the clear outline of his
profile against the dark of the room. “What do you want to know, Fay?”
| know my answer immediately. “I want to know what you''re sending to Italy. Is it...drugs?”
“No,” he replies without hesitation, apparently wanting to make it clear that he’s not holding anything back anymore. “It''s not
heroin. It’s not any kind of drugs.”
“What is it?” | ask.
Kent sighs, lifting a hand to pinch the
bridge of his nose again. “It’s...guns,
Fay. Alessi asked dosenddg
fofigunad Healy so that they
can...better conduct their business
there. As you might presume, guns
are harder to get in Europe than they
are in America.” Please read the
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“Oh,” | say, my eyes going wide as my body rxes against his, my mind whirling. Because | feel, somehow, instantly better.This is from N?velDrama.Org.
| don’t know why and | feel a little
guilty that | do — it’s not like guns
don’t hurt as many people as drugs
do. But there’s just... erpgthiag"""
ribig\to\me Gout the idea of
building a multi-million-dor
business on an industry that gets
people hooked on a drug, drains
them of everything they own in their
further pursuit of that drug, and then
leaves them to die when they''ve got
nothing else to give. Please read the
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Kent gives me a moment to process
this,ying silent with his a! aun
wrapped war argune kite. tke th L
copra Ween I''m ready, my voice
very soft. “Why didn’t you just tell me
that? It doesn’t seem like that big of a
deal.” Please read the original content
at NovelDrama.Org.
| see him shake his head a little. “Because, Fay. Like | said downstairs, you don’t need to know it.”