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I look back over at him and find his attention solely on the phone held inches from his face. His gaze is murderous. “That fucking bitch. She set me up.” Cursing again, he begins typing furiously before chucking his phone into the cup holder and dropping his face into his hands. “This is what I get for not checking.” He mumbles against his palms.
He stays like that, head buried in his hands, and I contemplate if now would be the best time to act. I decide against it as I’m not sure where we are and I won’t have long after injecting the drug before its effects wear off. And, if I’m being honest with myself, I want to know why he’s having this reaction. It goes against everything I thought I knew.
Par for the course.I think bitterly.
After several minutes of tense silence, Seth lifts his head and stares at me, the intensity of his gaze making me squirm in my seat. He lets out a long breath and his shoulders slump. “I’m sorry Paige.” I don’t respond to his apology, frozen in place. Reaching a hand out, he brushes a lock of hair behind my ear. I cringe at his touch causing his eyes to darken as a scowl overtakes his face. His hand moves to take hold of my hair, pulling my head back.
Hissing at the sting, I glare at him. “Take your fucking hands off me Seth.” I snarl.
He only tightens his grip in response. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” He snaps. “We could have been happy together, baby girl. But youwomen,” Seth spits out the word in disgust. “Have to ruin everything. Can’t just be happy and do as you're told.” He yanks my head back farther with a sharp tug. I bite my cheek to keep from crying out, a painful throb emanating from my still healing wound.
Gritting my teeth against the pain, I spit at him, “Fuck you.”
Seth glowers at me but I refuse to back down, promising retaliation. The standoff only serves to anger him more. “Is that what you want? Because I’ll gladly fuck you and remind this pussy who I am.” He snarls, eyes wild.
My eyes widen and I fight against his hold. Panic overwhelms my brain as I am unable to move.
There is no way I’m going to let this asshole touch me. There’s only one psychopath allowed to do that and Seth is certainly not him.
“Let me go!” I scream in frustration, clawing at his hand and arm. He laughs, pulling my face closer. I shudder at the desire burning in his eyes, fighting the need to throw up as my stomach rolls.
How did I ever want this man?
“You fighting it only makes me want you more.” He sneers, leaning in to lick up the side of my face. I try to recoil but his grip is too strong.
“Stop it Seth.” I snap, furious that my voice trembles, betraying my fear.
Remember who you are Paige.
Seth ignores me. Reaching over with his other hand, he slides the zipper of my jacket down. Pushing the material aside, he roughly grasps the neck of my oversized shirt, pulling it down below my chest. My vision swims as his fingers push down my exposed bra and encircle my breast. “God, I missed these tits.” He murmurs, massaging my breast before lowering his head and latching onto my nipple with his mouth.
Angry tears roll down my face.
This can’t be happening. This isn’t happening. I’m not going to just sit here and let this happen.
With Seth’s attention focused on my chest, I dart my eyes around the cab, looking for anything I can use as a weapon. My pulse speeds up as I zero in on my only option.
Sitting under the console is a pen, one of the fancy monogrammed ones with a metal tip that people use to flaunt their wealth. Silently, I stretch my hand toward the small writing utensil. Grasping blindly, my fingers wrap around the pen.
My next movements are a blur.
I let out an angry shriek moments before my arm comes down on Seth’s neck. Yanking out the makeshift weapon, I stab into his bloodied skin over and over. I don’t know how many times I attack my ex-turned-assailant. The bloodlust I have become familiar with, thanks to Mick, has taken over and is demanding payment.
My arm finally sags, exhaustion overtaking my limbs. I blink away the watery tears clouding my vision and peer down at the form hunched over me. Crimson liquid spills from a multitude of wounds in his neck, staining my disheveled shirt. His eyes are closed, mouth parted in shock. With shaking fingers, I press onto his neck. A faint pulse meets me.
Taking a deep breath, I fix my clothes as I assess the situation, trying to determine what to do next. Except my mind won’t work, it's stuck in a constant loop of fear and bloodlust. I start growing desperate, unable to form a coherent thought.
A face pops into my vision and the calm hits me as a wave, washing over and soothing my frayed nerves.
Mick. Mick will know what to do.
I shove Seth’s limp body off of me and pull out my phone. Taking a deep breath, I dial the number.
Chapter 32
Mick
The cool night air hits me as I exit the building. The metallic scent of fresh blood does nothing to calm the rage boiling inside. Stopping, I tilt my head back and scream at the sky, my body shakes as I howl my pain again and again.
