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Realizing that I need to do something before he kills Adam, I slowly get to my feet and turn to Grayson. Without saying anything, I plaster myself to his front and palm his face, forcing him to look at me.
“Hey,” I coo. “Look at me and only me.”
His wavy hair is messy and all over the place, and he’s practically vibrating with anger. His eyes feel like they’re penetrating my soul as he looks at me like he’s seconds from either fighting or fucking me. I take another step closer, molding my body to his.
Grayson blinks, and the second he closes his eyes, I turn to look at Adam.
“Get out of here,” I hiss, fear making my words sound harsher than I intend them. I don’t know exactly what I’m scared of, I just know I’m way out of my depth and need to put an end to this. “Now!”
There’s no mistaking the urgency and desperation in my tone, and Adam is quick to pick up on it. Even though he quickly grabs his phone, he leaves the wallet that isn’t within reach.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Grayson thunders.
Ignoring the threat, I wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him like a second skin. It feels like an eternity passes before he returns my embrace, wrapping his arms around my waist as he buries his head in the crook of my neck.
He’s still shaking with pent up anger, and I know that if I let him go, Adam’s life will only last for however long it will take Grayson to catch up to him. Even though I loathe the guy right now, it’s not enough to not do everything I can to hold my captor back.
“I’m right here,” I reassure him. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
Lifting his head, Grayson’s dark eyes find my blue ones. “He tried to hurt you,” he says coldly. “He touched what’s mine.”
I repeat that I’m here and not going anywhere, saying the words until my feet ache from standing and my arms shake from being in the same position for so long.
“Prove it,” Grayson suddenly says.
“Prove what?” I furrow my brows, confused about what he wants.
Instead of answering me with words, he gives me a‘really’look, and I swallow audibly. Yeah, I know what he wants, just as I know I have to give it to him. Maybe I even want to.
Standing on my toes, I bring our mouths closer until I can feel his breath against my lips. Then I close the distance between us, fusing my lips to his in a slow, soft kiss. I use my lips to coax his mouth open, and he quickly gives in.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say against his lips.
Grayson swallows my words, greedily snaking his tongue around mine. He bites down, not hard, just enough to send a delicious zing through my body.
“No,” he rasps. “You’re fucking not.”
As we pull apart, I remember what I saw sticking out of Adam’s wallet, and I quickly crouch down and retrieve it from the ground. As soon as I close my fingers around the leather, I open it to see if what I thought I saw earlier is there.
Shit. It is.
I wordlessly take the object of interest from the wallet, hold it up and show it to Grayson.
“Fuck!” he roars. “We have to get back. Now.”
I wordlessly let him drag me over to his bike, and I quickly climb back on. Before starting the engine, he pulls his phone out and snaps into the microphone.
While he’s on the phone with Rocco, I keep getting the feeling that we’re being watched. But no matter how much I look around, I don’t see anyone else.
“Hold on tight, Princess.”
The clipped warning is all I get before the bike rumbles to life under me. Startled and uneasy about everything that’s transpired, I wind my arms around him, hurrying to get my hands under his tee. The skin-to-skin contact calms me in a way I can’t explain. All I know is that it makes my heart beat slower, and I’m no longer feeling scared.
Okay, that’s a boldfaced lie. I might not be scared, but I’m still feeling trepidation.
Instead of taking a direct route back to the clubhouse, Grayson zig-zags through some empty back-alleys. I move my hands further up his torso until one of them is resting on top of his beating heart.
Thump.
