Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
The club we’ve picked is quieter than most, hence why it was chosen. Jenny’s friends find her and the squealing and happy birthdays begin. It’s a warm night out, but I have my hair down anyway because it covers my low cut, short dress. Why? Because my back is now permanently scarred from Snake’s beating. I hate him for that, and I hope he rots in hell where he belongs.
The night starts off well—Ava and I groove on the dance floor, and I make sure all my drinks are purchased by me and only me. I get drunk very quickly, and for the first time in weeks, I feel good. I know it’s not the right way to go about it, but to be free of those feelings for just a moment is a relief I didn’t know I needed. Ava and I are shoving through the crowd for another drink when I see a group of men standing in the corner out of the way of the lights.
My heart feels like it comes to a skittering halt. Jagger and the boys are standing in the darkness, watching me. How long has he been here? Is he following me? Is he going to take me again? My eyes meet his, and I’m sure I see him flinch.
I grip Ava’s hand. “We have to leave, now.”
“Why, what’s wrong?”
“He’s here.”
“What? Who?”
I nod my head and she turns, staring at Jagger. “Call the police.”
“No, let’s just go. Out back.”
“Jenny?”
I scan the dance floor, but I can’t see her. When I spot her at the bar, I push through the crowd before reaching her and taking her arm.
“We have to leave.”
“What?” she asks, confused. “No way!”
“He’s here.”
That’s enough for her. With wide eyes, she takes my hand and we rush out the back. We just get through the door when a hand grips my arm and spins me around. I scream and kick out, but Jagger’s strong arms are around me, holding me tight. Jenny cries out and smacks him with her bag and Ava screams as Angel takes her and wraps his arms around her.
“I’m not gonna hurt her,” Jagger growls as Ace reaches for Jenny, pulling her back.
“What do you want?” I cry, squirming.
Jagger pushes me against the wall, his hard body pressing into me and bringing me back to life. I’m drunk and it’s impossible to try and push him away. His mouth goes down to my ear. I tremble when he whispers in it.
“We need to talk. It’s urgent.”
I nod, swallowing. Jagger lets me go and turns toward the girls who are both putting up one hell of a fight.
“I promise you she’ll be safe.”
“Let her go, you fucking asshole!” Ava cries, slapping Angel over and over again. “You touch her again I’ll cut your dick off.”
“Ava,” I say, meeting her gaze. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”
“Willow, please,” Jenny yells, trying to stomp on Ace’s foot.
“I give you my word, I will drop her home as soon as I’m done,” Jagger tells them.
Ava looks at me, her eyes wide and frightening. I give her a small smile and nod. She struggles as Angel and Ace drag her and Jenny to the car and shove them inside. Then they all get in and drive off.
“Where are they taking them?” I ask, heart racing.
“Home.”
“Why are you here?” I ask, staring at the man who has been on my mind for the last week.
“We need to talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“You don’t get a choice. Come on.”
“Have you been following me?”
He stills and stares down at me. I get a good look at him under the streetlight. He’s wearing a tight black tee and a dark jacket over top and oh, it looks gorgeous on him. His jeans are dark blue and he has a thick silver chain around his neck. His dark hair is messy, and he has a light shade of stubble on that beautiful jaw.
“Only tonight.”
“Why?”
“Long story, get in.”
He shoves me toward his truck, but I pause.
“I don’t know if I can trust you.”
“You don’t get a choice,” he growls.
I shake my head, crossing my arms over my chest, suddenly very cold.
His eyes go to my dress and his mouth tightens. “That dress is too fuckin’ short.”
“You don’t get a choice in what I wear, Jagger.”
“Get in the car, Willow.”
“I don’t ...”
He reaches for me, taking my arm and swinging me around until my back slams against his truck and his hard body presses me against the cool metal. Then his lips are on mine and oh, I melt. I let my body fall against the car as he pushes his onto mine and secures me between the door and himself. I can’t help my hands; they slide up his neck and tangle into his hair and I pull him deeper into the kiss.