Page 56 of Property of Kevlar

“We need to lay down some ground rules,” he said.

Fuck that and fuck him.

She shifted her attention back to him.

“The first being I want you to leave me alone,” she declared.

“Not gonna happen.” He smirked.

“I’m not interested!” she screeched, hoping maybe one of her nosy neighbors would hear and call the cops.

He waved a hand dismissively. “You’ll get there. I’ll win you over with my charm.”

She gaped at him. He couldn’t be serious. Charm? He wouldn’t know charm if it sat on his face.

“Here’s the thing,” he said as he took another step toward her.

She inched toward the kitchen, doing her best to stay out of his reach.

“You’re mine. That’s not negotiable,” he said.

“No.”

He chuckled. “That’s cute, but again, not an option. I’ve claimed you as my property.”

“Fuck off.” She snatched a palette of eyeshadow off her table and launched it at his head.

He ducked and charged her.

Backing up, she attempted to evade him. No such luck. She wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed her and slammed her against the wall. His hands clamped around her wrists. Just like he’d done at the biker bar.

Not again.

She wasn’t about to be his victim.

Kelsey slammed her knee into his balls with as much force as she could muster. His eyes widened, his grip loosened, and he took one step back, which was all she needed.

Darting around the grunting man, she ran through her small apartment, out the door, down the path, and into the parking lot. But she didn’t know what to do. Where to go.

Glancing left and right, she considered banging on her neighbors’ doors, but did she want to get them involved in this bullshit?

“You fucking cunt,” Pete snarled from behind her.

She had to keep moving. She couldn’t waste her escape opportunity debating this. Her car! She could hide in there. Drive away. Escape.

But…

Her keys were inside. Her phone.

Dammit. If only she had her phone.

Hope sprang into her heart the moment she heard the thunder. It had to be Kev. Pumping her arms and legs, she gave running all she had and booked it as fast as she could toward the street.

Please be him.

Please, Kev.

As she neared the entrance, the motorcycle stopped.