Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Kidnapping!” Her animated hands are flying all over the place. Although I can control the look on my face, I can’t control my cock, and the damn thing is making its own set of demands.
“Did you miss me, little bird?” I ask, turning my head a few inches in her direction.
I know she’s going to hit me seconds before she strikes out, but I do nothing to stop it. The impact on my cheek is enough to turn my face so I’m fully facing her.
Terror fills her eyes, and maybe that’s a lesson she needs to be taught—to only act when you’re prepared for whatever the consequences might be.
My jaw flexes, a fight against showing her what such a level of disrespect will get her, but instead of gripping her throat, knowing I’ll only be stopped, I decide to bide my time, looking straight ahead.
Like a petulant child who has no idea the level of danger she’s in now, Alani snaps her eyes forward, a stubborn set to her jaw.
“Seatbelt,” I growl as I watch her sister and Nash climb into his truck.
I’m a safe driver, but accidents happen. I’ll be damned if anything other than me will hurt her any time soon.
She doesn’t say another word as I follow Nash, ending up parked in front of a bank.
Her eyes burn into the side of my head before she sighs in frustration and climbs out of my truck.
Of course, it doesn’t take much longer after the women walk into the bank for Nash to end up at my window. The reprieve I thought I got at the hotel fades away like a distant memory.
He purposely blocks my view of the bank until I roll down my window.
“Got a fucking problem?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he snaps.
I pull my eyes from the front of the bank to look at him.
“Explain to me how a girl who you abducted feels comfortable enough to not only climb in your truck but slap you in the face without fear.”
The implication in his voice is almost enough to make me climb out of this truck and prove to him exactly who I am.
“I don’t fucking hurt women.”
“You abducted her,” he argues.
“I tried other ways to keep an eye on her. They didn’t work.”
“You fucked her,” he guesses.
Silence fills the cab of the truck. I don’t owe this man any type of explanation.
“You took advantage, asshole. She’s like fucking eighteen. She—”
“She wasn’t a fucking virgin if that’s what you’re accusing me of,” I snap. “I didn’t drug her. I didn’t abuse her. In fact, I couldn’t keep her off my dick.”
It’s not the full truth, but she had the chance to leave my room and she crawled into the bed instead.
“That’s enough. Ayla’s going to be pissed that you’re doing the whole barely legal thing with her little sister.”
I fight the urge to smile. Barely legal. Her age is the least of this man’s worries if I consider the smirk on her lips before I walked out of the house last night.
“I don’t fucking answer to Ayla, now do I?” I say instead.
“Watch it,” he warns.
I keep my eyes pinned to the front of the bank. He’s looking in that direction as well when the women walk out, an envelope clutched in Ayla’s hand.
Alani doesn’t look in my direction, not even when Nash walks away from my truck without another word.
I don’t hesitate to pull out right behind Nash’s truck when he leaves the bank parking lot. I don’t have a plan, and, if anything, I’m doing my best to shove down the idea that threatens to pop up in my head.
We end up back on campus, and I grab a parking spot close to the entrance of Alani’s dorm, waiting for her to climb out of Nash’s truck. My position will force her to walk right past my truck, so I climb out of the cab and wait near the hood. She walks by me without so much as diverting her eyes to me.
The lack of attention feels like a punishment, much like I’m sure she thought the slap to my face was.
I lick at dry lips, resisting the urge to grab her by the arm. With how protective Nash is of Ayla, the sister is ten times that of Alani. She went through hell and back to protect the girl, and I know today would be no different.
As she disappears inside, I have no other recourse but to climb back in the cab of my truck, but I don’t back out of the parking spot.
Ayla doesn’t climb out of Nash’s truck, and I’m still sitting here, having no plan, as they leave.
The job is over. I have no doubt payment for it will be in my bank account by tomorrow morning. There’s absolutely no reason for me to stay, but I can’t seem to leave either.