The drive feels like forever when we pull up to an Italian restaurant. It’s closed with no lights on, but the dude driving pulls in the back and parks.
“Downstairs,” he orders, prompting the two guys in the backseat with me to open their doors before the one on my left pulls at my arm.
“I can get outmyself,” I bark, ripping my limb from his grasp as I slide out. “Is this how you get a lady out of a car, dick?”
“Don’t see one.”
Touché.
I take quick note that he’s tall and appears a bit smaller than the guy in the passenger seat when he strides toward the back of the building and opens a brown door.
“C’mon,” he prompts with his hand, already eager to get rid of me. “We don’t have all day—” I spin on my heels to book it out of here, but I immediately slam into a hard body and stumble back.
“Boo,” the dickhead emits impassively, irking the hell out of me because it’s the guy who just bitched at me in the passenger seat.
“You’re quick for a big motherfucker,” I grind out. “Mind moving?”
He gazes down at me like I’m an annoying fly that won’t buzz off. “You mind reading the room? You’re not getting out of here, princess.”
“Ah,” I digress with a smirk. “See, you don’t know me that well.”
“Don’t want to.” He slices his focus over me and jerks his head. “Come get her before I break something.”
I tsk, but I’m tapped on the shoulder within seconds, causing me to turn around and find the asshole who tried dragging me out of the SUV.
“Move.”
I don’t have a damn choice, and I know that.
However, it still doesn’t get my feet to move.
“If you don’t get inside that building,” the guys behind me warns, “I’ll throw your ass down those stairs myself.”
I’m not looking to take that bet, so I round the guy in front of me and begin for the building. Meanwhile, the hairs on my arm stand on end. The voice in my head saying I might not come out of this alive and this might be the last time I’m outside.
Fuck this.
“Boys,” I coo, spinning around on my heels. “I could pay you to—” The smaller guy points at the door.
“Now.”
Sheesh.
“Carry her,” the bigger one orders, influencing me to take another step away to keep their hands off me.
“We can talk about this,” I hedge. “He’sreallynot what he’s all cracked up to be.”
“I know,” the smaller guy says matter-of-factly before erasing the space between us and only giving me two options—I either move myself or he does it for me.
Without much of a choice, I grab the knob and rip the thing open, making it known I’mreallynot down for this.
A pair of stairs appears on my left, and I assume these were the ones mentioned before.
“Go on.”
Fuck me and not in a good way.
Hesitantly, I trudge down the first step. Then the second. All while my anxiety spikes to record heights.
