We starred each other down, grizzly bear versus lioness.
I parted my lips to say something, but he shut the door in my face and promptly began to walk to the driver's side of the car. All I could do was sit in disbelief.
He pulled out of the parking lot and away from the club. I realized then that I had left my phone sitting with Miguel. I facepalmed myself, hard. First Miguel had tried to put the moves on me and now I was being kidnapped by Lucien, AGAIN!
“Why are you doing this?”
“I told you I had something to show you,” he insisted.
“You could have texted me,” I said slowly.
“Yes, I could have but this was too good to wait,” he spoke again.
Climbing from the back and into the front seat of the car, I gave him a nasty look.
“Kidnapping me twice…I need a bodyguard,” I rolled my eyes and began to wrap the seat belt around me.
Lucien said nothing and only turned on the radio. Music drifted in and out of the speakers as some rapper and a familiar singer’s voice hit high notes. I settled back into my seat, vaguely aware of the traffic passing in the opposite direction.
Some Valentine’s Day, I thought sullenly.
“Why were you at the Safaryan’s the other night?” Lucien asked out of nowhere.
“Is that your business?”
He huffed. “From now on, Little Angel, anything concerning you is my business.”
Rolling my eyes, I dragged my eyes over to him. He was watching me and a very serious look was twinkling in his eye. A calm came over the car, and the music seemed to be drowning out.
“It’s nothing for you to know,” I murmured.
“Tell me…or so help me…”
“You’ll do what? So help you…you’ll do what exactly? You’ll kidnap me?”
He laughed. “I’ll pull this car over, Little Angel. And I’ll take you across my knees….pull that cute little number you’re wearing up and over that ass of yours…and I’ll spank you.”
“You wouldn’t…”
We lock eyes, with oncoming traffic.
“I would…”
I let out a growl of frustration.
“Fine, you nosey son of a bitch,” I threw my hands up in exasperation. “I found out some information regarding Nova’s siblings.”
“And?”
“They’re my siblings too. Desmond and Yara and I share a father,” I looked over at him. “I guess I don’t have to worry about you threatening them. Their big sister is the Queen of the Bratva.”
He chuckled. “No, I wouldn’t touch those kids. But that piece of shit Albert…”
“You won’t touch, Albie,” I reminded him.
He muttered something under his breath. Rolling my eyes again, I turned to look out the window. I didn’t want to think about Albie. I didn’t want to think about my father.
I didn’t want to think about how hot Lucien’s words had made me. That he would pull this car over and spank me.
