He moves with me, though, smiling and shaking his head, something unsettling lingering on his face. “You’re going to come with me.”
“Where are we going?” I look around, but there isn’t a car waiting there.
“Home. Get walking.”
I turn and start walking, his arm coming around my shoulders, the gun pressing against the side of my ribs right below my breast.
If he shoots me now, it’s going to sink deep into my lung. I’ll die before anyone even knows I’m with him.
Noah hums to himself as we walk.
The hair on the back of my neck stands, but there’s no way to get away from him. Not as we walk through the doors of my apartment building, not as we step into the elevator.
Certainly not as I open the door to my apartment, and he pushes me inside, slamming the door shut and locking it.
“I didn’t think it was going to be that easy to get you back here.” He tucks his gun into the shoulder holster he’s wearing.
“Well, you did have a gun to me. It’s not like I have much room to fight.” I take a small step backwards toward the console table.There’s a pocketknife inside that I could use as a weapon if I get to it before he shoots me.
His gaze flickers to the table.
Sighing, he shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it to the side. “I don’t want this to be more difficult than it needs to be between us, but you clearly don’t feel the same way.”
Where the hell is Ezra?
He had a fight tonight, but he should’ve been home by now. He should’ve been here waiting for me. The walk was only supposed to be long enough to clear my head, and then we were going to make dinner together.
Whatever this is, I just have to stay alive until he comes home.
Although, I don’t know what’s going to happen when he gets home either. He could take Noah’s side in this matter.
The silence stretches between me and Noah as he paces into the house, heading toward me and forcing me back one step after another.
I keep going, turning and trying to navigate around the furniture to avoid being cornered.
Noah stops and glances at a picture of me with my family. “You’re a distraction for my best fighter. A horrible distraction, and he’s starting to lose sight of who he is and what he means to my family because of you.”
“I didn’t ask him to have some fucked up obsession with me.” I whirl and reach for a vase from the bookshelf, throwing it across the room at Noah.
He hisses as it slams into his arm before dropping to the ground and shattering. “That was a fucking mistake.”
Noah lunges for me as I skirt around one of the tables, diving to the side.
I roll out of the way, my shoulder jarring. I grit my teeth against the pain and scramble to my feet, shoving open the door to the bathroom.
Spinning, I slam the door shut, twisting the lock.
It’s not going to buy me a lot of time, but it’s something.
Whipping around, chest seizing, I grab a towel and wrap it around my hand.
“Get out here, you bitch!” The door rattles against the frame as he pounds on the other side.
I slam my fist into the mirror. It shatters and I grab the biggest shard I can, ripping open the drawers until I find the medical tape.
The thin wood of the door splinters, a crack appearing.
It’s only going to be a couple of minutes until he’s through the door.
