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“Get in the car, Lexy,” he snaps.
“I’m a big girl, Saint. I can make my own way home.”
His eyes pierce mine with an intense stare before he angrily walks back to his car door, motioning his head toward the passenger side. “It’s not up for debate,” he shouts furiously. “I said get in the fucking car.”
My defiance wavers momentarily, and I feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I don’t want to leave Jordin even if she is with Caleb, but I know Saint will not allow me back in the club. I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry nor will I submit without a fight. That’s not who I am.
Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I spot a cab at the end of the alley that’s stopped to let people off at the club. I seize my opportunity, desperate to escape this overwhelming situation.
“Go to hell,” I rush out before sprinting to the cab.
Jumping into the back seat, I tell the driver to go, urgency evident in my voice. He senses it and steps on the gas, and I try to hold back my laughter as I look back and see Saint running towards us before realizing he’s too late.
Without traffic, we’re gone.
Chapter Two
Myheartcontinuestorace, even after Larry opens the gates to allow my driver to drop me off at the front of the house.
As soon as I step inside, I kick off my heels, and I’m about to take the first step to head up to my room when I hear Saint’s car speeding up the driveway, screeching to a halt on the gravel, and the car door slamming shut.
Oh, shit, he sounds really pissed.
The front door bursts open, and a furious Saint storms in, his eyes whipping straight to mine.
Panic grips me, and I hold my hands up in surrender, taking several giant steps back before he pins me in place with his dark stare.
“I told you I could make my own way home from Ketch. Not my fault you wouldn’t listen,” I rush out.
“I’m going to give you to the count of ten to run up those stairs and light all the sage you can find. Because you’ll need all the protection you can get when I get my hands on you,” he threatens, his voice dark and husky.
He clearly doesn’t know anything about sage because if he did, he’d know that isn’t what it’s used for. I scoff, but on the inside, my heart is racing so fast I think it will explode out of my chest.
“Why? What are you going to do?” I say, pretending to sound brave.
“TEN.” He takes a small step toward me.
“This isn’t funny, Saint.”
“Let’s see who’s laughing when I put you over my knee, pull that sinful fucking dress to your waist, rip off your panties, and smack that perfect little ass until you’re screaming how sorry you are for running away from me.”
A mixture of desire and fear pulls at my core, followed by a tingling sensation down my spine.
My mouth drops open, and I take a step back from him. “You wouldn’t dare,” I challenge.
He takes another step toward me, eyes full of desire and determination.
“NINE.”
My arms cross over my chest to regain some semblance of control. “I warned you that you wouldn’t get to touch me again.”
He takes another step.
“EIGHT.”
Dammit! He’s not backing down.
I should be scared by the way he’s looking at me right now, but as sick as it sounds, I don’t think I am.
