Chapter 913 Sorry to Her
"You scared?" Vincent squinted, giving her a once-over. "Guess we can scratch that option off the list 'cause you're too chicken to die."
He set his gun down. "So, we got two choices left: ten billion bucks or ten grand and a week. Ms. Anderson, looks like you gotta pick one. Bouncing outta here ain't on the table."
Ava was thrown off by this side of him. She barely knew the guy, having just met him. She had no clue he was this kind of bad news.
When he saved her, taking bullets for her, she thought he was just a tough-looking guy. But turned out, he was scary in more ways than one.
"Can I get someone to take care of you? Like, a top-notch nanny or a pro doc?" Ava asked.
"I don't want them, I want you." Vincent's face was pale, but his vibe was all kinds of intense.
Ava, all jittery, asked, "Why do you want me to take care of you?"
"I'm your savior, ain't I?" Vincent shot back.
Ava couldn't argue with that. He did save her. She was down to help him out until he got better, but now he was waving a gun around, and that changed everything.
"So, you want me here for a week, doing the whole cook, clean, laundry thing? Is that it? Anything else?" Ava asked.
Vincent suddenly stepped closer.
Ava backed up until she hit the cold wall, eyes wide with fear.
"You better not touch me," she said, voice shaking.
"What do you think I wanna do?" Vincent pinched her face, "you think I want to have sex with you?"
Ava had no idea what Vincent was planning. She didn't dare to hope for anything now.
Vincent's fingers traced her chin, a sly smile on his lips. "Didn't think about it before, but now that you mention it, you're kinda my type."
He leaned in, lips almost touching hers. "Wanna see who's better, me or your two husbands?"
Ava slapped him hard. "You're disgusting!"
Her chest heaved with anger, eyes blazing.
But as soon as she hit him, she regretted it.
Vincent was quick to anger, especially now. Hitting him could make things way worse.
His face stung. He touched his cheek and sneered, "Got some fire in you. Wonder if you're this feisty in bed."
Vincent grabbed her waist and leaned in for a kiss.
Ava dodged, terrified. "Don't touch me. I'll get you the ten billion. I'll find a way. Just let me go, please."
"Didn't you say you didn't have ten billion? Now you can get it?" Vincent was skeptical.
"I'll find a way, ask my husband. Just let me go, please," Ava pleaded.
"Ava, you think I can't see through your BS? If I let you go, I'm screwed. I don't buy that you'll get me ten billion," Vincent said.
"Then what do you want?" Ava snapped. "You saved me and now you're treating me like this. Are you nuts or just a jerk? Does Christina know you're like this? You keep saying sorry to her in your sleep. Is it 'cause you're so messed up? If so, you really do owe her an apology."
