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“Mppphhhh!” I screeched, clawing and kicking, but Rook’s hold was a steel band.
He only paused to point a finger at Tucker, “You touch her again and I will kill you.”
Then I could only see the fleeting look of longing on Tucker’s face before Rook stole me away like a feral beast into the dark night.
CHAPTER 20
Rook
“Get in.” Placing Summer on her feet, I ripped open the car door.
I’d relentlessly sabotaged every man in every way possible, still managing to stay in the shadows, but as soon as I’d seen the last minute addition to her schedule, that she was meeting with Tucker, I’d lost my ever-fucking-loving mind.
With just the thought that she would fall for him.
Hell was going to fucking freeze over before I let that happen.
“What are you doing?” She stood there, defiant. “You have no right to interfere with my life.”
“I do.” I barked, trapping her between me and her car. I wanted to force her into it and away from the man I despised. To bend her to my will because goddamn it, the woman was driving me insane. “All the repairs to Darkmoor? The food, the?—”
“I didn’t ask you to do all that,” she grit out. “I would’ve?—”
“And paying for your sister’s internship?”
Her lips parted in surprised. “You? That was?—”
“Go home, Summer.”
“Why?” She glanced behind me. At the building, towards Tucker’s apartment. Was she thinking about him? The beast inside me seethed. She exhaled a breath, “I liked him. He?—”
“Tucker Maxwell isn’t what he appears.”
“He’s handsome. And he was nice to me.”
“And is that what you want, Summer?” I asked drolly, “Nice?”
“You’re insane!” she threw out her arms, “Why do you even care? It’s like you just want to torture me.”
“Torture?” I growled, as if my careful attention was painful for her. “What do you know about torture? You have no idea what suffering truly is.”
“I know what it’s like to lose my mother, right before my very eyes. To having just stood the—” Her mouth slammed shut, her teeth clattering with the violence of it. Then she stared out across the parking lot, towards the row of willow trees lining the courtyard. Biting down on sinfully sensuous lips that drove me to insanity. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“And you do?”
“I know our history is drenched in the suffering of others,” she backtracked out of her personal life, “Our society was founded on it.”
“Was? You speak as if it’s in the past. As if you believe things haven’t changed.”
“But…isn’t…I don’t—” she glared at me, indignant, “I know that.”
“Then tell me, if you’re so smart.” I growled, my frustration growing.
Why couldn’t she just do what I asked, for once?
The woman was unorganized, messy, and chaotic. All the things that I loathed.
So why couldn’t I stop thinking about her?
