“Let’s go back to my office, what do you say?”
My heart beats out of my chest. I am not sure what my plan is when I get to my office. I knew I needed to get him out of the main lobby. We enter the office, and I round my desk, offering him the seat across from me.
“Have a seat.” I point to the chair.
“Nah, I think I’d rather be close to you.” Mike tries to round to my side of the desk.
“Mike, take a fucking seat. We can discuss whatever it is you hoped to accomplish by coming here.”
I slide my desk drawer out slowly and sneak my phone out. Placing it in my lap face up. I manage to unlock it, open the phone app, and quickly hit Nyx’s number. Turning the volume down so we can’t hear her side, but she can hear us.
“I want you to come home.” He growls out.
“But why? We both know neither of us was really happy.”
“Because you are mine and you will come home now.” His voice is commanding.
“Well, first of all, I’m at work, and I can’t come home right now. Second of all, that dump isn’t my home anymore.” His face instantly turns red when I call his trailer a dump.
I know I’m messing with a ticking time bomb, but I have to keep him talking, and his yelling will give someone a chance to get to us. There are muted voices outside my office door, so I know that there are people close by if his temper takes over.
“You are a little bitch now. What did that boy do to you? Do you let him inside your sweet little cunt? Does he make you come?” His words are coming out between ragged breaths, and spittle is flying from his mouth.
“He can fuck me better than you ever could. At least I come when he sticks his dick in me.”
Girl, are you trying to get yourself killed?
He won’t kill me out in public, right? Fuck. What am I doing?
Mike stands from the chair across from my desk and stalks around the furniture between us. A split second before he can reach me, my office door flies open, and there he stands.
CHAPTER 33
CALLUM
Ihave been coming into the office with Dee and Graham just to get a feel for what I would be doing. I have run a few odd jobs here and there for them, but nothing is set in stone. Graham has been trying to get me to just sign on with them. He has been very dedicated to it.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I see a text from Nyx. What the fuck?
Nyx: You’re closer. Get to Ky’s work now!
That is a weird text, but all of a sudden Graham and Dee are grabbing guns and tucking them into the back of their pants. My brother throws one at me, and we are out the door.
Making our way to the dealership that Kyra works at only takes a few minutes, but it’s still too long. As soon as we set foot into the Service Lane, a worker walks up and ushers us back to her office.
“This way. Mike’s been causing a damn fuss. So glad you could make it.” The small, older lady directs us down the narrow hallway, and I see a wooden door with her name painted on it, in bright colors. Leave it to her to make everything in her life bright. Then we hear it.
“You are a little bitch now. What did that boy do to you? Do you let him inside your sweet little cunt? Does he make you come?”
His voice grates on my every single fucking nerve. How dare he speak to her like that, and about me, nonetheless? Her response makes me smile, though, but I swear she is trying to get herself killed.
“He can fuck me better than you ever could. At least I come when he sticks his dick in me.”
