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“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he warned.
I started to be obedient when I heard Destiny yell the wordfuck, then squeal loudly.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I shot back at him.
His grip on my face tightened, and two things happened. It hurt—bad. And I felt a small jolt of pleasure between my legs. What was wrong with me? I needed to be slapped.
“Are you trying to see how far you can push me, Trinity?” His voice sounded deadly.
I was an idiot. “No,” I whispered, hoping he’d let me go before he broke my jaw.
He studied me for a moment, then let go of my face and grabbed my waist to stand me up. I stumbled by the sudden movement, but Huck was standing up in front of me, and his hands steadied me before he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled me through the people. I had no option but to follow him. As we passed behind Gage, going toward the door I’d entered the room from, his hooded eyes turned to meet mine, then flickered to Huck’s.
The grip Huck had on my arm tightened, and I hurried to keep up before he pulled my arm out of the socket. I doubted I’d get to see a doctor if it happened. I would have to make my own arm sling and hope for the best. Good news was, I knew how. Tabitha had twisted my arm once until something cracked. I was twelve. For three months, I had to wear a sling I’d made for myself with an old T-shirt when I was at home. In public, I hadn’t been allowed to wear it and had to pretend as if I wasn’t in pain.
Huck hauled me up the stairs, and I realized he was taking me to my room to get rid of me. Perhaps he was next in line with Destiny. Why I was sour about that, I didn’t want to examine. If he wouldn’t touch me like he had downstairs, then maybe I could stop thinking about him sexually.
We walked down the hallway to the room he’d assigned to me. I didn’t call it mine because nothing was mine. Remembering that was the best way to protect myself. There was no use in pretending.
Huck shoved the door open and then pushed me inside. I almost fell from the force of it but caught myself on the bedframe. Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited until the door closed behind me. I didn’t want to look back at him. There was a moment’s pause, and I began to think he was either going to say something or join me.
Before my body could get too excited, the door slammed, and I listened as his footsteps retreated down the hallway. Turning then, I sank onto the edge of the bed and stared at the closed door. I was tempted to take my sandal off and throw it at the wall, door, something.
Instead, I stood back up to go get a bath and try not to masturbate to Huck Kingston.
Twelve
Trinity
It took me most of the day to clean up the mess from the party. When that was done, I worked on the rest of the house, then started dinner. This was going to be a full-time job. How long was it going to last? I wasn’t getting paid for this. Just room and board. I guessed my life was safe too.
Gage came inside the back door about the time I finished making dinner. He inhaled deeply and grinned. “That smells fucking amazing. Now, let’s pack it all up and head to the shop.”
I’d heard them talk about the shop, but I wasn’t sure what it was. “What is that?” I asked.
“Huck’s bike repair shop. We got some shit to finish up, and we’ll be there late. Huck sent me to get you and the food. Well, just the food, but you’ve been here all damn day, and I getting out will feel good.”
He was taking me without Huck telling him to. I wasn’t sure that was a good idea.
He raised his eyebrows when I didn’t move. “What?”
“I, uh … is that smart if Huck didn’t say I could?”
Gage grinned and put both his hands on the island between us, then leaned toward me. “He might be big and fucking bossy, but make no mistake—Huck isn’t in charge of me. I’m a crazier son of a bitch than he is. He knows it too. Now, pack the shit up, and let’s get you out of the damn house for a while.”
He was right. It would be nice to get out of this house. I nodded and started packing up the lasagna, Caesar salad, and garlic bread. There was an apple pie on the counter and vanilla ice cream in the freezer.
“Need a cooler for the ice cream?” Gage asked.
I nodded.
He left the kitchen, then came back in with a navy cooler that I added ice to before putting the vanilla ice cream in.
“Should I pack an ice cream scoop, plates, forks?”
He shook his head. “Nope. There is a mini kitchen at the shop. It has all we need.”
I was still a tiny bit nervous about going without Huck’s permission, but Gage did seem sure of his decision. He was the one who had put a gun to my head—twice. Obeying him would be a solid decision.
