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“Keller, can you take me home please?” she asks weakly.
“Of course, Baby. Can you wrap your arms around my neck?” She does. Scooping her up, she’s as light as a feather snuggled into my chest. I feel her breathing start to steady. I’m fighting an internal battle to stay calm, so she relaxes when every instinct in my body wants to hunt him down and rip him apart.Later, Keller.
So many thoughts are racking through my brain as I stride to the back entrance of the club. My gunmetal gray Aston Martin waits, shimmering under the street lights. What did Jamie mean when he said he needs her back so he's taking her? That sounds like a lot more than just a breakup. The prick sounded desperate, panicking.
I store this information to dive into later. With my mob connections, I’ll drag out everything there is to know about this fucker in no time and put a big red mark on his head. I bring my focus back to Sienna, still snuggled into my chest. Now that we’ve reached the club, the crimson on her arms draws my attention. He fucking made her bleed. For every cut she has, he will have two to match, ten times deeper. We reach the Aston Martin in no time. Using my muscular frame to my advantage, I grab the keys from my driver standing by the passenger door and give him a nod to dismiss him. I’ll drive her myself. Bending down, I crouch and softly place Sienna into the red leather passenger seat. Taking the seat belt, I move it across her body.
My gentle caressing of her skin makes her instantly shiver. Fuck, she feels this too.
Taking off my jacket, I place it over her, stride around to the driver’s seat, and slide in. The engine roars to life, making the car shake. God, I love the thrill of this beast. Rubbing my hands along the leather of the steering wheel, I pull the stick into reverse, snaking my hand behind Sienna’s headrest as I turn to look out the back window. Catching her watching me intently, I see the desire burning in her eyes. Now really isn’t the time.
Once we are away from the club, being the early hours of the morning, the roads are quiet.
“Are you not going to ask me where I live? You’re going the totally wrong way.”
I have no intention of letting her go back to her apartment on her own. Looks like my second rule is going to be broken; no women in the penthouse. This is dangerous.
CHAPTER6
SIENNA
Keller keeps his eyes on the road, avoiding my question, but I’m too tired to push further. Despite only knowing him for a few hours, I feel safe with him.
I have a feeling the man he shows to the rest of the world is very different from the true man hiding beneath. I can tell from the gentleness of his touch tonight. I know there is more, deep down. He wouldn’t ever hurt me physically.
I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open; the heating is on full blast, subsiding the shivering but making me drowsy.
I recline my seat slightly so I can get comfy and watch Keller. I should not be turned on right now. Just moments ago my ex attacked me down an alleyway, and now I’m being raced back in an Aston Martin with my drop-dead gorgeous savior.
Watching him handle this beast of a car is so sexy. He drives with complete control and power, his hands gripping the wheel so tight his tattooed knuckled peak with white beneath the ink.
Every now and then, he shoots me a worried look, as if checking to make sure I am still okay, but beneath that, I can see the fury wreaking havoc. There is a darkness within him that wants to come out, and he is completely tense in his attempt to try and keep it all in.
I lightly rest my hand on his thigh. He seems to be as uncomfortable with being my protector as I am with needing to be cared for. Needing care is an alien feeling to me. He rests his hand on top of mine and gives it a light reassuring squeeze. Who’d have thought a man with such darkness and power would have such a gentle side? Either that, or he just feels sorry for this stupid damsel in distress.
Saving someone three times in the same night is a bit much for anyone's standards.
A few minutes tick by in silence as we drive past Central Park, hand in hand. Of course, we’re heading to the posh area. I’m in an Aston Martin for Christ’s sake. He owns that bloody nightclub!
Removing his hand from the top of mine, I instantly feel empty from the lack of contact. Electricity sizzles in the car. It really shouldn’t. I’m covered in cuts and bruises. The air suddenly doesn’t seem to be reaching my lungs quickly enough. Panic runs through me as I try to catch my breath.Fuck, Jamie attacked me.
Until this point, he’s never physically attacked me; he’s scared me but never touched me.Why is he doing this now?
Taking deep breaths, I try to calm the rising panic.What would have happened if Keller didn’t save me? How far would he have gone?
The car begins to slow down, distracting me momentarily from my inner worries. We approach the Park Avenue skyscrapers. Surely he doesn’t live in a fucking skyscraper -wait, do people even live in them?
He hits a button on the screen of the car and the garage door next to the building opens. He gives a nod to the two security guards sitting in the booth outside. We enter the brightly lit parking area, his hand snaking behind my headrest as he reverses into a spot. I am unable to form a coherent sentence, so I just keep quiet. I do have one burning question.
“Keller, what level are we going to? I’m terrified of elevators. So, we need to take the stairs.” I’m babbling now.
“If I tell you, it will only make it worse, Sienna. Just trust me, okay? You have nothing to be scared of with me,” he replies, hitting the button in the center console, which shuts the car off. He slides out of the driver's seat, walking around the front of the car. Never taking his eyes off me. The passenger door flies open, the cold air taking my breath away as he holds out his hand. Instead of helping me up to my feet, he bends and scoops me back up into his arms, cradling me into his chest. His steady heartbeat pounds against my ear.
He walks us to the elevator. Shit, maybe if I just shut my eyes it will be fine. Visions of my mom shutting me in the crappy elevator to our flat back in London invade my mind. Every time I pissed her off when she was drunk, she would shove me in there and leave me crying. That was until she remembered to let me back out. Sometimes I would spend the whole night in there and cry myself to sleep. I was only a little girl. Everyone in the block of flats assumed it was broken so no one ever came to my rescue. I was petrified.
The elevator doors ping open and he strides us in, distracting me from my past.
Even despite the fear, I can’t deny this lift is absolutely stunning. Around twenty people could fit in here easily. The calming music though is having the opposite effect, reminding me of the waiting room for my therapist. Turning his back, Keller presses the button, attempting to use his large frame to hide it from me. I peek around him and see the 86thnumber lit up in green.
