I grunt and hammer at his chest for scaring the ever-living daylights out of me.
Flynn grabs my wrists in his free hand and pins me to the brick wall with his hips. “You keep fighting me, sweetheart, I’ve got some rope in my car I can put to good use.”
I go slack, my heart kicking in my chest.
Flynn takes his hand off my mouth and I glare up at him.
“You scared me.”
His gaze tracks over my face, his pupils dilating on the pulse in my neck. “I know.”
I narrow my eyes at him because of course the sociopath would get off on that. “Let me go.”
Keeping my wrists secured in one hand, Flynn uses his other to grip my jaw. “I asked you a question, Hazel. What are you doing here?”
“Nothing.” I try to look away but Flynn’s hold on me tightens.
“Eyes on me, Lilac.”
My core clenches. Fuck it, I’m already in trouble. “Are you going to kill the senator?” I ask.
Flynn’s gaze darkens. His tongue darts out over his lip and he presses in closer, his breath grazing my ear. “Pretty sure I told you to stop with the investigating.”
I gulp, fighting against the way my stomach flips. My body is magnetized to Flynn’s and it takes everything in me not to press my hips against his. “You didn’t answer my question,” I say, each word making me more aware of Flynn’s grasp on my jaw.
He arches a dark brow. “Do you think you deserve an answer, sweetheart, when you’ve so flagrantly disobeyed my orders?”
I lift my chin. “You’re the one who climbed throughmywindow, Flynn. If you don’t want me digging into your life, maybe you should stay out of mine.” I shut my mouth, regretting the words as soon as they hit the damp air.
Flynn’s face goes blank, his hand falling from my jaw. “Is that what you want?”
My stomach hollows. I should be angry at him. I should want him to leave me the hell alone. But the thought of him doing just that, of Flynn walking away and leaving me in this alley, has panic clawing at my chest. Panic strong enough to make me whisper, “No.”
The harsh edge to Flynn’s jaw melts. He lets go of my wrists and threads his fingers through my mine. “Come on, I want to show you something.”
I’m still annoyed with him for scaring me, but I also don’t want him to go so I let him lead me out of the alley and back onto the main street.
The Senator’s sedan is gone now, an empty space on the side of the road. Flynn leads me away from the spot and further down the street. It’s not till we stop beside a Range Rover that my preservation instincts come to life and I dig my heels in.
“Where exactly are you taking me?”
Flynn opens the passenger door, and my brain clocks that he still hasn’t let go of my hand.
“To my place.”
Alarm bells ring in my head. “Yeah, no. That’s not happening.” I take a step back, but Flynn just tightens his grip.
“Hazel.” His voice pitches low in warning.
“I’m not coming to your house, Flynn. I’m not getting in a car with you.” A whole different kind of panic grips my throat and honestly, I’m not even sure why because Flynn has never done anything to hurt me, but my mind is screaming at me.
And coming in at number one on the list of stupid shit to do is… getting in a car with a serial killer.
Flynn tugs on my hand, pulling me in close. He moves fast, folding my arms behind my back and crowding me against the car. My breath picks up.
“Flynn.” His name falls from my lips.
“Why not?”
