I let out a shaky breath. "Look, I know you've got every right to be pissed at me."
"For your lies, interfering, and spying? Or maybe for stalking? Wait, maybe for taking advantage of me?"
I grit my teeth, trying and failing to ignore her words. "But leaving you here to sulk isn't an option."
"Yes. It is."
"This Dom, the dude with the gun? He's still out there."
"So? I'll take my chances. At least with him, I know what to expect."
That hits me where it hurts the most, and I've had enough.
I grab her arm again, pulling her in. "Get your fucking things and get moving. You're coming with me. We can talk about this all later. The longer we're here arguing, the higher the chances get that Dom will find us."
It's a lie. I hope.
Another fucking lie.
But I also don't want to take chances.
She's safer with me. And he's out there. Free.
If he can't take revenge against my father, his sights will be set on Lola even more. And this time, he just might decide to harm her.
"No." She darts her gaze around.
She tries to move away. I'm not sure if it's to the bed or to the door so she can run. But something in me snaps.
"For fuck's sake."
If she won't come with me willingly, then I'll fucking take her by force.
I look around and spy her backpack. I drag her to it, open it, and shove her shoes inside.
Then I let her go, but only long enough to grab her and toss her over my shoulder, pick up her bag, and then I march her out the fucking door.
She's still for a second, and then she hits tantrum mode on high. She wiggles and pummels my back. "Put me the fuck down. Right now, Enzo. You?—"
I spank her ass three times, hard enough to shut her up.
It was a long-ass drive here, and I'm not in the mood. "Scream, and you'll fucking regret it. I'll spank you a hell of a lot harder for a hell of a lot longer, and you'll be riding in the trunk."
And then I open the back passenger seat, toss her in, and slam it shut.
I throw the backpack onto the seat next to me, slide behind the wheel, and I take off.
Not pedal to the metal. Not even with a screech of fucking tires. I go at a sedate rate until I'm on the highway.
She glares at me in the rearview mirror. "Did you seriously just spank me?"
I didn't have to, but I liked it. I liked it a whole fucking lot. "Stop pretending like you didn't enjoy it."
"You're crazy. Batshit crazy. Let me out." She turns and tries to open the door.
"The child lock's on, and we're on the road. You're going nowhere."
"I'd rather fall out of the car and rip half my skin off than be here with you." She tries the handle even harder.
