Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
16
CARINA
I sit in the backseat, my body still buzzing with pleasure. I’m not sure what the hell that was, but a pressure I didn’t know was there had lifted off my whole body. When Gilly’s hand came down on my ass, I was livid, but as the slaps kept coming, I felt myself building to a release I didn’t know I needed.
The doors suddenly lock. I sit up straighter. Gilly is still standing outside the car. He pulls out his keys and hits the unlock button. The lock clicks open, but as quickly as it unlocked, it locks again. This time when he pushes the button, nothing happens.
“Carina,” he warns.
“It’s not me.” I hold my hands up to show him that I’m innocent. The car suddenly starts on its own.
“Carina!” he shouts.
“What do I do?” Ocean’s voice fills the speakers. “Should I like shoot around him? I’m still not great with the shooting thing. I haven’t had enough time to practice.”
“Don’t shoot!” I scream. Gilly pulls out his gun. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look more serious, and that’s saying a lot. “Unlock the car.” I see the drone down the alley.
“Done,” Magic says as the lock clicks back over. Gilly's arm stops before he can hit the window with the butt of his gun. He flips it in his hand and fires one shot. The drone falls from the sky.
“He shot me,” Ocean says in shock as Gilly opens the driver side door.
“The fuck is going on?” He throws the car into drive and peels out of the alley.
“He shot me,” Ocean says again.
“Carina?” He tries to hit the button on the screen of the center dashboard to turn the speakers off, but it’s not going to work. Not with Magic.
“You shot our drone,” I tell him as if that explains everything.
“Your drone?” Gilly grits out. I’m going to get another spanking.
“It’s okay, we have two more.” Magic’s voice comes over the speaker.
“He’s a better shot than you, Rebel.”
“He is not!” The hell?
“Okay, I take it back.” Ocean fights a laugh. She might be laughing, but Gilly is getting madder by the second. He’s used to having everything under control, and this is anything but that.
“Guys, I’m good. I’m heading home.”
“How do we know he’s not making you say that?” Magic chimes in.
“He’s my uncle.” I smirk at my little jab. Gilly shoots me a look that has it quickly dropping off my face. “Seriously, guys. I’m good. I’ll message you later.”
“All right,” Magic says, and then the car fills with silence.
“Rebel? Why are they calling you that? I’m assuming these are the ‘friends’ you mentioned.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, not responding. I don’t know where to start.
“Better yet, why were you at the club?”
“Why were you at that club? Do you go there often?” I try to keep my tone flat, but I fail miserably. This whole night has not gone according to plan.
“Jealous?”
Anger unlike anything I’ve ever felt flashes through my whole body. I reach forward, my hand coming out to smack him. He catches it. “Watch it.” He gives a firm squeeze before releasing my wrist.
“Fuck you.” I fold my arms over my chest and stare out the window. I’m not telling him anything now. I hate that I can’t control my emotions. I’m quick to anger. It’s in my blood.
“Burns, doesn’t it?” I close my eyes and take a breath.
“I’ve never been in that club before.”
“Just that one?” I peek at him.
“Sometimes there are meetings I have to attend in the back of a lot of places.”
“Nice dodge.” I roll my eyes.
“I don’t pay for sex,” he spits. Now it’s him getting angry again. Gilly has always been so calm. I can’t help but enjoy the fact that I can provoke him.
“Then what do you do?”
“Nothing.” He grips the steering wheel harder.
“Nothing? You’re full of shit. There’s no way.”
“Tell me what you’ve been doing, and I’ll tell you,” he offers. Do I really want to know? I’m not sure I’ll be able to take hearing him tell me about him being with a woman.
“You first,” I say after a beat. I guess I’m a masochist.
“I wasn’t lying. I don’t do anything. Not since—” He flicks a glance my way.
“You don’t do anything?” I lick my lips. “You don’t touch yourself, Uncle Gilly?”
“God damn it, Carina!” he shouts. Okay. Maybe I took it a bit too far. “Now you. Spill.”
“You didn’t really answer mine, so I don’t have to tell you shit.”
“I told you.” He sighs.
I stare at him for a long moment, and it hits me. “You’re serious?” Gilly is always so calm and disciplined. At least that’s what I remember him as. Until now. He’s snapped. “You’re punishing yourself, aren’t you?” He’s mad that he wants me.
I guess I’m not the only masochist. I want to push for more, but I leave it for now. Gilly has to choose where he stands. He’s fighting his own inner battle. I can’t make him choose me. I wouldn’t want to.