His Confession (By His Command #8) by Ana W. Fawkes Page B

tingles run through my body.
    “Come talk to me,” Katherine
said. “Don’t make me go after your heart too.”
    I whimpered and looked at
the bedroom. I moved to my feet and realized I was closer to Jonathan Black but
not close enough to know the truth of what actually waited in the bedroom for
me.
    “Tell me if he’s okay,” I
whispered.
    Katherine took my arm and
held it gently, patting my shoulder, guiding me to the couch.
    “Oh, Isabella Grace, was
Jonathan ever okay? We have to be honest with ourselves now, don’t we?”
    “I don’t understand what
that means,” I snapped.
    “Oh yeah?”
    That’s when the vile,
violent side of Katherine made a sudden appearance. The gentleness of her touch
a few seconds ago was gone. She grabbed my hair, pulled, and twisted. I cried
out as she turned me and threw me at the couch. She had strength that I
definitely didn’t see coming at all. I was at least thankful she threw me to
the couch and not into a wall or worse yet, out the window. My nerves ached at
the thought of falling from the hotel window to my death.
    Katherine stepped to me
again. She leaned in and put her hands at the top of the couch. Her long, curly
hair dangled down. Her breasts were pouring from the dress. Under other
circumstances she was like an erotic dream, but right then she was a living
nightmare.
    She managed to spread her
legs enough to climb on top of me. I was shaking and uncomfortable. I gripped
the cushions on the couch and wasn’t sure what to think next.
    “You see,” Katherine
whispered in a seductive voice, “Jonathan didn’t just leave me... he left me
with nothing. His eyes changed, he was moving beyond anything I could do or try
to do. After all I did for him.”
    “What did you do?” I asked.
    “Trust me, Isabella Grace, I
did plenty. Much like you. I covered things up. I kept him happy. I kept him
alive. I kept him out of jail. I... did anything he needed to help him further
himself along.”
    I swallowed and thought
about pushing Katherine off me. If she fell back at the right angle and the
right speed she would crash through the coffee table. I wanted to hurt her so I
could get to Jonathan but I didn’t want to kill her.
    Right?
    “Please, just let me go,” I
said.
    “You? Or you and Jonathan?”
    “Of course us,” I said.
“What do you want from him.”
    “The money he owes me. I
heard there’s... oh... three billion dollars floating around somewhere. Money
that’s not his but he thinks it is. Money that I want. Right now.”
    The way Katherine growled at
me made me shake uncontrollably.
    “I’m like you,” I cried out.
“I don’t know where he keeps things. Does things. I...”
    “Shh... shh...” Katherine
rubbed my cheek. “Of course you don’t know. Why would you? He doesn’t share
secrets with anyone. You’re my messenger Isabella Grace, that’s all.”
    Katherine rubbed my cheek
for a few seconds, her crazy eyes were ready to pop. She slid off me and stood,
doing so with polite movements that once again amazed me. She definitely had experience
in dresses like that. It made me wonder what it was the woman did. She looked
the part to get what she wanted and then leave, but did that include murder?
    “Here’s what we’ll do,”
Katherine said, so soft spoken. “I’ll tell you something about me, then I’ll
get out of your hair. Only for a little while. See, the thing is, if you still
had your cell phone I’d be able to send you a text message. But I’m assuming Jonathan
destroyed the cell phone. Correct?”
    I nodded. I knew Jonathan’s
temper, would come back to haunt us. My mind went back in time, thinking about the
cell phone and how I came to have it.
    “One thing you’ll learn
about me, Isabella Grace, is that I always get what I want. Nothing can stop
me. Not even the great Jonathan Black… or his father…”
    Of course it only made sense
that Katherine and Jonathan’s father were connected someway. After all, it was
John