“You’ve thought about that, huh?”
“About what?”
“Me being yours? Because I’m pretty sure I know a guy who can make that happen. If that’s what you want.” My lips are a breath away from hers. I just need her to say yes…
“Like you said, this isn’t the movies.” Hayley moves back and unbuckles her seat belt.
Chapter Fifteen
What the hell does that even mean?He can make it happen. If I want him to be mine, I can have him? He has to be fucking with me, messing with a girl’s headjust to fuck with her more. I can see him now, laughing his ass off if I’d uttered the one word that kept flicking through my mind.
Yes. I wanted so badly to just say it, but that would be stupid. I’m not here because we met at some random party and hit it off. We’re not dating. We are faking it. It’s all pretend. Even this wholeI can have him if I want himbullshit. Well, I, for one, am not going to fall for it.
I’m annoyed with myself for even thinking that I could have someone like August Wade, for even wanting someone like August Wade. The guy threatened my little brother. There is something seriously wrong with me. Is it too soon for that mental illness where the captive falls for their captor?
Whatever it’s called, it most certainly is too soon, and I have not fallen.
I get out of the car, closing the door a little harder than I intended. August rounds the hood, his jaw tight. “You need to wait for me to open your door,” he says.
“Why?” The moment the question leaves my mouth, August’s head snaps to the side and then he’s jumping on me. My back hits the ground. His hand catches my head. And…
Are those gunshots?
Oh my god, they are. My body freezes.
“That’s why,” August grits out between clenched teeth. “Stay down.” He scans our surroundings, his free hand clutching a pistol.
Where did it even come from?
When the firing stops suddenly, I feel August release a breath. He looks over at me. “You okay?”
I nod my head. “Are you?” My hands go to his chest. I don’t know why, but they start roaming all over him.
“Looking for something?” August cocks a brow at me.
“Bullet holes,” I tell him. “What the hell was that?”
“I don’t know.” He pushes to his feet. “Don’t move.”
I don’t know where he thinks I’m going to go. My legs are numb. I’m not even sure I could stand on them right now.
“Boss, you good?” Andre walks around the front of the car.
“Yeah, you?” August asks him.
“Yep,” Andre replies.
“Anyone hit?”
“Not ours.”
“Any survivors?”
“One, we got him over here.” Andre nods his head to the right. I turn to look, but I can’t see anything except a car tire.
“Stay with Hayley,” August grunts, and then he’s moving.
He’s walking away. Wait! I scramble to get up. Where is he going? He can’t just leave me here!
