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“Could be any fucking bitch,” Braid man muttered, following Huntsman forward.
Huntsman ignored him, his fists clenched at his side, he shook his head. “Fucking impossible. I ain’t fucked no bitch without a condom except my wife.”
The reference to his wife made me cringe, but I refused to let him see how his words hurt me.
“Well here’s a Sex-Ed lesson for you,” I threw back sarcastically. “Condoms are only ninety-eight percent effective, and that’s in the best case scenario. In reality, about fifteen out of a hundred people—”
“Enough,” he roared, taking two giant steps forward.
With nowhere to go, I could only stand in shock as he reached out, his thick, calloused fingers wrapping around my throat and pressing tightly. I lifted my chin, trying to keep my airway open as I shoved at his chest. It was like he didn’t even notice, leaning forward and placing his mouth beside my ear. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re mine?”
“I don’t know,” I rasped, my fingernails digging into his inked forearm as I tried to yank his hand away and give myself some fresh air. I had no doubt if he wanted to suffocate me in that moment, he could have done so quite easily. But instead, he just wanted me to feel intimidated, scared, and severely uncomfortable.
Mission accomplished.
“I need to see the photo,” he growled, his gaze burning holes into me, his hand clenching that little bit tighter.
Someone behind him cleared their throat. “Prez, this could be a trap. We don’t know who this girl could have been sent—”
“I want to see the fucking picture,” he roared, the smell of liquor and cigarettes drowning me momentarily.
“It’s in my dorm room,” I whispered. Suddenly hoping like hell that my mom was wrong, that this wasn’t my father. His grip slowly lessened, and when he finally released me, I sat back against the table, my hands going to my throat to soothe the burning sensation he’d created. Tears brimmed my eyes, and I fought as hard as possible to keep them at bay. No doubt my eyes were red and bloodshot, but if anything, I refused to let this man see me cry.
“Let’s go,” he ordered, nodding toward the door.
“I want my job back,” I demanded, forcing my shaky legs to hold me as I pushed off the desk and stood to my feet, my chin held high.
At this point, I really felt like I had nothing to lose.
Huntsman’s eyes roamed my body, not in a dirty way, but assessing. “You’re not mine, you can do whatever the fuck you like,” he said finally. “You belong to me, no way in fucking hell you’re wearing this outfit ever again. And hell fucking no will you be dancing.”
My body warmed slightly, the fact that he cared what decisions I was making was something I’d never had from anyone but my mom. Uncle Leo was more into encouraging me to do what I wanted to do and live a little on the wild side. He let Hadley teach me how to shoot a gun, something which I’d come to fall in love with and I’d become pretty good at.
This was a whole new experience, one I was still unsure of, and it scared the hell out of me, but that I knew I had to take if I was ever gonna fill that void I felt in my chest. This could all be some massive misunderstanding. It might not be Huntsman who I’m looking for. He might not be the one to fill it, but he was a step in the right direction, and one I knew I had to take.
With that in my head, I took a step forward. “I’ll borrow Dakota’s car, and you can follow me,” I told them, striding one foot in front of the other toward the door. “Then when we figure out what to do, we can negotiate my job.”
I was sure I heard Huntsman laugh under his breath as he fell into step behind me, and I couldn’t stop the tug at the corner of my mouth. This wasn’t exactly how I wanted things to happen, but this was the hand I was dealt.
And I was about to lay my cards on the table.
