I have no fucking idea who that guy was, though, and only considering it could be Josiah’s man would be naive. It could beone of his enemies. Perhaps they had the same idea I did—take the friend. Anger sears inside me. She’s mine. No one gets to take what belongs to me.
We reach my car, and I open the door and shove her inside.
“Come on, I’ll get you somewhere safe,” I tell her as I push her into the passenger seat.
She stammers something, but I don’t hear it as I slam the door and run to the driver’s side.
Izabel is staring at me in shock as I start the car, and the tires skid against the road when I take off at high speed.
She is pushed back in her seat by the force of my acceleration.
It seems to jolt her back into herself.
“Wait, where are we going?” she blurts out. “My car is right there. I can take my own car!”
“Just strap in, you’re not safe here.”
“I don’t know who you are!” she squeals, reaching for the door handle.
“Are you crazy!” I shout. "We’re going over fifty miles an hour and we’re about to hit the highway!”
“You can’t just take people like this!” she yells at me.
I realize she’s totally panicked by how quickly everything happened. Reaching out, I touch her arm. “Hey, it’s okay, that guy isn’t following us. I promise you, I’m taking you somewhere safe, okay?”
She stares at me, bewildered as my eyes dart from the road to her face.
“I promise you,” I tell her again to reassure her.
But in a flash, the fear and shock vanish from her eyes, replaced by defiance. “Stop this car right now!” she demands, even stomping her foot to emphasize her point.
I’m taken aback.
“You have no idea who I am, do you?” she scoffs, laughing dangerously.
What the fuck? Is this some kind of game she’s playing to try and intimidate me.
I chuckle, shaking my head. I have to admit that I excepted a scared, helpless girl. This little firecracker is way better than a helpless little victim.
“And should I know who you are?” I muse, trying not to sound like I’m teasing her.
“Maybe not, but I assure you, you are going to regret not stopping when you find out!” she snaps.
Fuck, she’s hot. Feisty, bold, and not showing an ounce of fear.
“Well, we’re here, anyway, somewhere safe like I promised,” I smirk.
She folds her arms over her chest and continues to shoot daggers at me with those piercing honey-brown eyes. “Fine, then let me go!” she snaps.
“Sorry, darling, but no.”
I park the car underground at my Chicago safe house, and a thick steel security door slides closed behind us. She tries the door and finds it locked, not able to open it from the inside. In a rage, she tries to climb right over my lap to reach for my door handle.
Her tight little body, smelling like fresh sweat with a hint of sweet orange blossoms, comes crawling right onto my lap, and my cock stirs as I lift my hands in no effort to stop her.
My eyes drift over her as she maneuvers on all fours, tugging at the door. It springs open, and she falls forward with her ass arched upwards right in front of my face.
The itch I have to slap my hand across that perfect shape is astounding.
