Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
The way she’s looking at me, like a helpless little bug, it makes me want to save her and squish her at the same time. There is way too fucking much going on around us. I can’t think straight.
Heading for the doors, I wrap an arm around Kennedy and drag her along beside me. Once outside, I can think, breathe, my mind becomes less foggy, and I drop my arm from Kennedy and instead take her wrist into my hand.
Her small legs can barely keep up with me as I practically run across the parking lot toward my car, wondering how and why she came.
“How the hell did you get here? Did you drive?” I ask. I’ve never seen her drive anywhere, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a car. The other option is that she came with someone, and if that’s the case, it better not have been a guy. Because if she came here with some dude, I’ll kill him.
“I walked,” she announces. She walked? That’s, that’s like five miles.
“You walked here? All the way from campus?”
“Yes, took me a while, but I did.” She sounds almost proud.
“Why? Why the fuck did you come here?” Better yet, how the fuck did she know where the pits were and that I was going to be here. Talon. Talon was spreading the word about the fight. She must’ve overheard someone talking about it. That still doesn’t really explain why she was here though.
When she doesn’t answer, I speak a little slower, “Why-did-you-come-here?” I’m tempted to shake the answer out of her. I’m tired of her making stupid choices and putting herself in danger, a danger that she acts as if she doesn’t see.
“I–I… well. I overheard someone talking in class, and they said you were in danger. So… I came here to warn you.”
The words trickle slowly into my brain, almost like I’m having a hard time understanding them. “You’re fucking joking, right? What do you think this is?” I motion between us.
“Nothing. I just… nothing.” Her face falls, and her eyes drop to the ground. “I shouldn’t have come here. This was a mistake.”
“Damn right, you shouldn’t have, but now you’re here, and you’re coming with me,” I tell her, and unlock the SUV with my keypad on the door.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she replies, her voice stronger now, “and I’m definitely not getting into a car with you.”
Of course, she isn’t. I roll my eyes and open the passenger side door with my other hand. “Get the fuck in, or I’ll put you in. I don’t care if you want to ride in a car with me. Your fears are not my fucking problem.”
My patience is thin as fuck, and if she doesn’t decide in five seconds, I’m going to choose for her.
“Please, Jackson…” she pleads, but like I said before, my patience is good as gone.
Picking her up, I place her ass in the seat and strap her in with the buckle. She struggles for half a second before I pull back and slam the door.
Walking around the car, I climb into the driver’s seat and grab the key from the center console. I start the vehicle, and the engine roars to life. Strangling the steering wheel, I throw the bitch into reverse and pull out of the parking spot. Tires spin and gravel flies as I shift to drive and rip out of the parking lot.
Glancing over at her, I see her fear-stricken face. Her hands are in her lap, where she is nervously playing with the zipper on her jacket. I wish she would calm the hell down. She has nothing to be scared of, at least not while I’m driving.
I’m not even sure why I give a fuck about her? She’s nothing but a means to an end, really. Revenge and nothing else. Yet, I saved her life the other day and had this intense need to protect her tonight. I don’t understand why I’m feeling this way, and it’s annoying as fuck. I want to hate Kennedy. Need to hate her. Wanting or feeling anything else is a betrayal to my sister.
Halfway to my apartment, Kennedy speaks.
“Where are we going?”
“My place,” I say through clenched teeth.
“What happens when we get there?” she asks, her voice meek.
“What do you think happens?” I shoot back.
“I… I don’t know.”
She doesn’t know. Ha. What a fucking liar.
I don’t reply, and instead, wait to say anything till we pull into the parking lot of my complex. Finding a spot, I put the car in park and kill the engine.
“You’re coming inside with me,” I tell her. She’s coming inside willingly, or I’m forcing her. That’s the only choice she gets in the matter.
“Why?” she asks as if she doesn’t already know.
Leaning across the console, I inhale her sweet scent. She smells like flowers and fear, and fuck my cock is hard already.