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Sax laughed bitterly and shook his head. The look in his eyes terrified me. I’d never seen him so angry. His jaw twitched as he stared straight ahead, weaving in and out of the traffic like a maniac.
“Just take me to Liam’s. I don’t need or want your help, okay? Get that through your fucking head.”
This was bad. I glanced at Dee, who was staring at me, her eyes wide.
“I think you need a doctor, Harry. Your ribs might be broken,” she said.
“Then drop me off at the hospital,” he growled. He closed his eyes and took a sharp breath. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, giving Dee a small smile. “I’m sorry the night turned out like this. Just drop me off at the hospital and I’ll get Liam to pick me up, okay?”
Sax didn’t answer, but drove the few miles down the road to the county hospital.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” he said, his voice quiet.
“I’ll stay with him,” Dee assured us as she helped Harry out. “M, I’ll call you later, okay?”
I nodded and gave her a quick smile. “Thanks, Dee.”
***
The silence was killing me. Sax hadn’t said one word to me since we got in the car.
“Where are we going?” I asked when he drove past the turn-off that led to my apartment.
“My house.”
Oh. My heart began to race. This whole night had been one big disaster, and all I wanted to do was curl up in bed and forget about everything. I didn’t have the strength to fight any more. I’ll call a cab from his house. At least that way I would know that he was home and safe. He was in such a foul mood that I was afraid he would do something stupid.
We pulled into his garage, the door closing behind us.
“I’m going to call a cab,” I said quietly, not meeting his eyes.
“No, you’re not. Get out of the car and come inside. You need something on those knees.”
I glanced down at my bleeding grazes. I’d been so caught up in what had happened, I’d completely forgotten. Rubbing my lips together, I watched him disappear through the internal door.
Why was he so intent on helping me? I glanced behind me at the locked garage door, knowing the only way I could leave now was through the house.
Fuck.
Getting out, I slammed the door. My feet were aching like crazy and I was in no mood for his little games. I stalked inside.
> He stood in the kitchen, his palms flat on the counter, his head down. He looked at me and then walked over. Crouching down in front of me, he squeezed some antiseptic cream onto the palm of his hand.
“This will hurt.”
Pain shot through me as he dabbed it onto my raw skin. He applied a few Band-Aids and then stood up. My heart ached as his cold eyes met mine, and for the first time I noticed the bruising around the side of his face. Had Harry done that? It took all my energy not to reach up and kiss him.
“There,” he muttered, walking over to the sink to wash his hands. “Tell me what happened. Why were you out with him? Do you have any idea how badly you could’ve been hurt?”
I jumped as his voice drove through me. All his anger was centered on me.
“Why does it even matter? Why do you care?” I asked helplessly.
“Because I’m fucking in love with you,” he growled. He stalked over to me, pinning me against the wall. “You have no fucking idea what you do to me. What you’ve done to me. I can’t think about anything but you.”
He grabbed my chin, tilting it to the side. I groaned as he kissed my neck. His fingers grasped onto the skirt of my dress, tearing it from my body. He lifted me onto his hips, his mouth pressing against mine.
“Fuck, Micah. What have you done to me?” he muttered, burying is face in the crook of my neck. My fingers lifted his face up to mine as I kissed him again. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, tearing it off my breasts.
