Page 31 of Marked By Myth

“It’s not gone, just hidden. I’d never steal from you. Come home and we can talk,” he said, his tone turning from sarcastic to serious.

“Adrian—”

“Where are you?” he asked. I could hear him moving around.

“The airport. Not that I could go anywhere.”

“Come outside to the pick up area.”

My eyes shot outside, through the glass windows, and there, along with all the cars picking up loved ones was my ex-husband, leaning against a car. Goddamn, he looked good.

No, fuck… angry, you’re angry at him.

I wheeled my luggage out to where he was leaning against the car, looking as cool as he could. He pocketed his phone and smiled down at me when I stood in front of him.

“Are you fucking serious?” I seethe.

“Deadly,” he replied. His cheeky grin was gone and in its place was a scowl, dark enough to scare even me. “Get in the goddamn car, Rox.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, Adrian. I’ll call the cops…tell them what you did.”

My stomach dropped when I saw the way he pushed off the car and crowded close to me. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat.

“Oh yeah? You’d rat out a Royal Bastard? You think I don’t have someone on the inside, kitten? You think my brothers would let you do that to me?” he growled. My heart raced at his proximity, my thighs clenched at the way he growled, at his heat. No matter how angry he was, I could see it in his eyes.

The desire, the lust, the yearning.

Did he see that in my eyes as well?

“You need to give me my money back. I earned it, it’s mine.”

“I wouldn’t steal from you, Rox. Come back to the clubhouse.”

“Why won’t you let me go? Look what you did to my body!” I felt the tears start to fall. Myth had a way about him. A way to make me feel like I was precious, and the way he cupped my face in his big palms, his thumbs stroking my tears from my face, it felt…good.

Too good.

“Get in the car, kitten.”

He grabbed my luggage and tossed it into the boot before he rounded the driver’s side of the car and got in. I was left, standing there, fuming, with fresh tears on my face.

Fuck this asshole.

I had nowhere else to go and he knew it.

I could run, find a security officer or a police officer. I could tell them what the big, bad Royal Bastard did to me. They would lock him up, sure, but then I’d have the entire clubhouse on my ass. I’d never make it out alive, ol’ lady or not.

And, I’d never do that.

I could never.

Whether I liked him or not, right now, I had no choice.

“Get in the goddamn car, Rox.”

His tone was grating. He was losing his patience, and even that was limited on a good day. It would be in my best interest to get in the car.

Finally, I opened the passenger door and got in. He didn’t wait for me to put my seatbelt on, he took off into the Sydney traffic. The tension between us was icy, as he roared through the streets of Sydney toward the clubhouse.