Page 130 of His Wicked Revenge

“You gonna yell at me some more, Leo?” I dare take a small step towards him. “Are you going to reprimand me like the therapist you used to be?”

It is dark where I chose to hide out and calm myself. With how nice this hotel is, you’d think they’d have better lighting in the parking lot. Some bulbs are burnt out, casting a light glow in our direction, but they don’t fully meet us.

But even with how dark it is, I can see the moment his heated gaze turns cold.

I can sense a monster lurking in the darkness we are in.

And it’s not me.

I inhale, steadying my breathing while I watch Leo fight the rage fuming inside him. I’m poking the bear when I shouldn’t be, but I don’t have it in me to care right now. Not when my sister is in the hotel. Not when she knows who I am and can turn me in.

So I’ll keep poking the bear until he gives up and sends me on my way home, with or without him.

“If we go upstairs, will you make me confess my feelings about my sister being here? Maybe write them down to get them off my chest? I’m sure there is a notepad in our room.” I grit my teeth together from anger and the chill that somehow still seeps into my skin. “I can pretend I’m writing in my journal all over again.”

The people exiting the hotel finally walk our way after talking with others at the front entrance.

“Veronica.” Leo hisses my name through his teeth. “Upstairs. Now.”

I narrow my eyes at him, the defying side of me coming through. “No.”

“Either you go to the room with me willingly, or I will throw you over my shoulder.” He slowly steps towards me, watching to see if I’ll back away.

“You wouldn’t,” I call his bluff.

There was no way Leo would toss me over his shoulder and carry me with so many people still inside: wedding guests and regular hotel guests.

His head tilts to the side, eyes sliding down my body as I stand like a statue in my spot. When his eyes meet mine, he purses his lips and nods.

It only takes him two more steps to reach me. I try to step backward but forget that the area is hidden on the side of the building. My back meets the siding, the cool brick sending shivers down my spine.

I only feel the coldness for a second before Leo grabs my wrists and tugs me toward him. He bends down, his arm meeting the backs of my thighs, and he lifts me over his shoulder.

Blood immediately rushes to my head, and I shriek while hitting his back. “Put me down!”

“You’re gonna cause a scene, Veronica.” He spins us around and heads for the entrance.

“Me? You are the one carrying me!” I hit him again, but he follows it up with a hand to my ass.

I gasp at the pain while we walk past the group of people. Lifting my head, I see them watching us with curious eyes. I don’t say anything because what would I say?

Leo continues his stroll, and I decide to let my head hang. This way, I can save myself the embarrassment. He stops moving, and I hear the faint press of a button there.

It doesn’t take long for the elevator to open. I prop my head up when he steps in to find it empty. Luckily, no one followed us in.

“Put me down,” I demand once the door slides shut after he pushes the button for our floor number.

“I’m good,” he declines nonchalantly.

I groan. “Your shoulder is digging into my stomach.”

He lifts his shoulder, pressing harder into my body. “Not my problem.”

I wince at the pain, and just as I am about to say something else, the elevator dings, and the doors slide open. Leo walks confidently down the hall like a man on a mission. Four doors have passed when he halts, and the click of a door unlocking sounds.

When the door shuts behind us, we are engulfed with darkness. My heart begins pounding in my chest as he walks through the room without issues. How the hell does he know where he is going? I can’t see a thing!

A light flicks on, blinding me momentarily. I squint my eyes from the harsh invasion. Blinking rapidly, the room finally comes into view—a bedroom. I open my mouth to say something, but Leo is quick to whip me off his shoulder and toss me onto the bed. Landing with a soft thud, I scramble back, propping myself on my elbows.