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“Anyway, breaking the glass might be loud, and there’s no guarantee they don’t have someone outside in a car, watching out for stragglers. You’re stuck waiting here for the cops, like the rest of us. An alarm went off, and that guy Eli is calling the police.”
He was right, even if I’d rather die than admit it. It would be loud, and the thought of being caught by someone outside, when I was alone, was scarier than waiting here in the dark with Beckett.
I studied him in the dim streetlight falling through the window. He had stormed in here, furious, ready to make me pay. He’d told me he’d end me, that I was finished, and he’d make my life a living hell. Then he’d calmed me when I was freaking out. He’d put his body in front of mine when a crazy armed man was searching for us.
I didn’t know what to make of him. He was as confusing as always.
He caught me looking at him and raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
I cleared my throat. “Nothing. Just if you wanted me to pay for telling your dad, you could have just left me out there alone to deal with that whole thing.” I had no idea why I was pointing this out, only that his hot and cold behavior confused me every time.
“You think that letting you get assaulted or shot by some gangbanger searching for drugs is a fitting revenge?” His voice was dry. Mocking. “The only person who can ruin you is me.”
I stared at him, horrified and intrigued at the same damn time. What the hell was he going to do? He stepped back, all signs of gentleness disappearing.
“Now, stay the fuck away from me. It’s going to be a long night.”
Beckett
Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.
Tonight wasn’t going the way I’d planned at all. After nearly a week of me being imprisoned by my father and being forced to go cold turkey at Cliff Point, he had fucked off on a work trip and I’d snuck out. I’d been driving toward the Martino place to have it out with Eve when I’d seen her going into the pharmacy. Why the fuck had I bothered stopping? Now I was trapped here, with the girl I hated. Oh, and the guy I bought drugs from was holding up the damn place.
His name was Jax, and he was a piece of trash. Seemed like he was a dangerous piece of trash, too. I hadn’t realized how dangerous. I had no idea what those guys’ plans were. They weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed, and by the looks of them, they were on something.
Eve huddled in a corner, wiping her eyes. She’d been crying for the last half an hour.
I was sitting near the door, listening as much as I could for signs of what the hell was going on.
Eve sniffed. She looked painfully tiny there on the floor, dwarfed by her big cloud of thick, black curls. A perfect picture of vulnerability. I wouldn’t be half as worried about being stuck in this shit show if she wasn’t here too.
“Can you stop for a goddamn second?” I snapped at her.
She glared at me. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and I could make her out well. Her cheeks were lined with tear tracks, and spiky lashes surrounded her eyes. She’d always had the doe eyes of a cartoon deer, and apparently, crying only emphasized them.
“I’m sorry I care that we could get killed in here,” she hissed back.
I was still jittery. A few days wasn’t enough for my body to come through the hell of stopping my pill habit so abruptly. A couple of benzos would really take the edge off this whole situation. I couldn’t fucking relax, and the anxiety was getting to me. I’d avoided feeling much of anything for nearly a year now, and this week had been an abrupt return to reality.
My body was hot and cold in turns, my flesh prickling with awareness. The withdrawal was really biting. When I’d first started taking pills to dull the edge of life, I’d been resolute that I wouldn’t overuse them. Now, it was pretty damn clear that I’d developed a dependency. Instead of gently weaning myself off, I was going cold turkey, and the reason for it was huddling opposite me, sniffling pitifully.
I pushed to my feet and paced, hoping the activity would help the jumpy feeling in my veins. It was like my blood was fizzing. Not only that, but the fucking hard-on that had appeared when I’d pinned Eve refused to subside.
Considering how infrequently my body felt sexual attraction – thanks to a heady mix of self-loathing, fucked up attitudes toward the female sex, and opioids – I rarely got hard at inconvenient times. I was a master over my cock, but tonight, it seemed my control was slipping. Since I was stuck here with a girl I hated, while armed men could walk in on us at any moment, inconvenient was a fucking understatement. Add in the fact that Eve Martino was off-limits, the ripe and juicy apple that could never be eaten, and the blood filling my dick was unacceptable. But that did nothing to stop my cock from rising and pressing uncomfortably against my jeans.
I hadn’t had a hard-on like this in months. A year? Maybe longer. Was it because I no longer had any substances in my blood? Or was it her? I hoped to fuck it was the first reason, but there was no use denying it. Eve was beautiful, the most beautiful girl in town. Everyone knew it. Her guileless sexiness and complete innocence of the fact that she left hard-ons in her wake was part of her appeal.
Of course, she’d always been off-limits to me, which meant I’d never let myself look too long or too often. Now, however, I couldn’t look away. My body was slowly coming back to life, and now was the most inappropriate time for my sex drive to return.
“What’s wrong?” Eve asked, getting to her feet.
My frustration filled up the room. “Nothing.”
“Tell me,” she demanded. “Do you know something more than I do?”
“Paranoid much? Just leave it,” I commanded, and ignored her as she lingered near me.
