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“Are you kidding me, Amanda? Open the door.” He looked at me through the window, narrowing his eyes. Then he stepped back and held his hands up. “I just want to talk.”
Did he know I had talked to the police today? I didn’t think there was any way the paperwork would get processed that quickly, and if they even did anything, I didn’t think it would be tonight. He knew people, though, so maybe they told him as soon as I left the station.
My stomach sank, but I opened the door anyway. I stiffened and looked around the entryway for something that could be used to defend myself. “You shouldn’t be here. There are eyes on me,” I said, looking up at him when he stepped closer to me.
“I know you talked to the police.”
Shit. I swallowed the butterflies in my throat, coughing to clear it before I spoke. “Word travels fast I guess.” I tried to sound confident and not as nervous as I felt.
“It does when you know people.” Dallas put his hand on the door frame, bending down so his face was even with mine. “And I know a lot of people.”
I straightened my back and puffed my chest out, glaring at him. You’re going to have to be convincing. “I know a lot of people too, and they may not be so worried about being the good guys.” I recalled the line Ronan used, suddenly unsure if I should’ve said it.
Dallas raised an eyebrow. “Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise.” It was too late to turn back now, and I hoped I was convincing enough. When Dallas laughed, I assumed I hadn’t been.
His smile was sinister before it slipped from his face completely. “Then let me make a promise too. I know people everywhere, including the county jail.”
“No,” I said on a sharp exhale.
He smirked at my realization. “Yes.” Dallas ran his hand down the door frame before he put it back in his pocket. Then he turned around and walked off my porch and down the sidewalk, turning around when he got to the driveway. “Be a good girl, Amanda.”
Chapter forty-one
Drake
“You have a visitor,” the guard said, opening the door to my cell. I narrowed my eyes, and my blood ran cold. The throbbing in my nose warned me to be cautious as I stood up from the bed and left the small block.
When he opened the door to the visitation room, I held my breath, releasing it at the sight of the empty room. It wasn’t a setup. Maybe.
I sat on the edge of the chair, prepared to defend myself, when the door clicked and swung open until there was a sweep of blond hair. I relaxed and tensed at the same time when Amanda walked through the door, escorted by a guard I wasn’t sure if I could trust. When she saw me, her face fell, and she ran forward.
“Oh my god, Drake!” She leaned over the table, grabbing my face and gently running her hands over the bruises and cuts. “You really are hurt.”
“I’m okay,” I said, taking hold of her wrists and pulling her hands back.
Amanda gawked. “No, you’re not. Your face!” Tears welled in her eyes and dripped down her cheeks, and my chest squeezed. “He told me he had people everywhere. I didn’t think he’d already—”
“He what?” I was louder than I had intended to be, and Amanda rocked back into the metal chair. I tightened my hold on her wrists. “He talked to you? When?”
She looked down at our hands. “Last night. He came to the house.”
I dropped her hands, moving mine to her face and checking to make sure every line I had memorized was still the same. She closed her eyes, but she didn’t stop my inspection. “He didn’t touch me,” she whispered.
My hands stilled, and I cradled her cheeks while she stared at me. The drops of tears had become a steady stream, and when she sniffled, I dropped my hands to the table. Hers were shaking, and I weaved my fingers with hers.
“What did he say?” My voice was softer this time, and her posture relaxed.
She gulped and looked away. “He knows I filed the police report.”
“Damn it!” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to swallow the rage that swelled in my throat. “I told them I didn’t want you to do that. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay.” She said it like she was trying to convince herself, and my stomach sank.
“Why were you alone?” I asked, remembering Ronan had someone watching her house for me. “Isn’t somebody watching the house for this exact reason?” Anger bubbled up inside of me again, and I took a deep breath.
Amanda nodded and shrugged at the same time, but her lip quivered. “I miss you. I hate this. I don’t want somebody watching me. I just want you.”
