I give her arm a tug, and she refuses to move.
Things are going to move a lot fucking faster if she comes with me on her own.
We're kind of in the middle of nowhere, and thank fuck we could track that burner call to the area. That, and enough CCTV footage, speed cameras, and the fact she's a pretty fucking girl hitchhiking gave her up to this general vicinity.
But the middle of nowhere is a boon only for so long.
The door is wide open.
I got annoyed and kicked it open when I couldn't pick the fucking lock fast enough. I can pick locks, it's just that it was taking too long, and my hands kept shaking because I didn't...
Fuck.
What if something horrible had happened to her?
And now it looks like a crime scene.
I don't need the cops called. I don't need the added complication.
"Come on, Lola. Be mad at me in the car."
She shakes her head and stands her ground. "I'm not going with you, Enzo. The rest of the world might be scared of your family name, and the other half scared of you and your dad, but I'm not."
Her words almost make me smile, but somehow I control it.
"Can you be the female version of macho in the fucking car?"
Lola shakes her head and doesn't move, even as I tug on her arm. "No, and let me go. I'm going a long way away from you, from this, from everything. So, get your hand off me or I'll?—"
"What?" I pull her right up close.
She smells like cheap shampoo and deliciously of her. And her lips are soft, sweet, kissable. Something which I'm not going to do. Not yet.
"What will you do, Lola? Fight me?"
"If I have to."
Her words unleash visions of us rolling naked in the kind of fight I think we'd both like.
But I drag my mind up from that gutter.
I need to get her in the car. I need her to come with me in a calm manner if possible, and I can feel the corner I'm backed into pressing in on me.
I look at her. "You caused all this."
She swallows, and the guilt that crosses her face hurts. "I didn't mean to."
"But you did."
Shit. While I'm still mad that she took Lyndall, I'm also aware Cade has a point.
No one can stop my sister if she puts her mind to something.
I'm clutching at straws, wanting to fling the blame from me not being able to protect either girl enough to stop this from happening.
Because that just means I'm a failure. And worse, I've let people I care about down in the worst way possible.
She rips her arm free. "Go away."
