Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Please let me go,” I murmur.
He frowns. “Fuck. See, I knew your texts were bullshit. You’re scared of me.”
“I’m not scared,” I lie. “I just have a boyfriend.”
“No, you don’t,” he states. “Your social media status still says single and I’ve been asking around. Everyone says you’re single. Why are you lying, Roux? I thought we were friends.”
“Friends don’t do this,” I spit out. “Let me go.”
Determination glints in his eyes and then he smashes his lips to mine. I growl as I try to fight him off. He’s stronger and crazier. I manage to turn my head to the side and belt out a scream. His lips kiss along my throat as he laughs.
I hear heavy footsteps charging our way. Before I can even register what’s happening, Wes is being torn away from me. Kayden, red faced and furious, slings Wes to the ground.
“Don’t fucking touch my girl,” Kayden roars, his chest huffing with fury.
Wes pounces back up to his feet. His eyes are wild with anger. He swings, landing a hard punch on Kayden. Kayden is scrappy, though, and attacks Wes. They land on the ground, fighting like little boys on the schoolyard. I’m panicked and worried, but I don’t know what to do. The fight ends when Kayden pulls a gun on Wes.
Everything seems to slow to a screeching halt.
Even my heart inside my chest.
“I said,” Kayden seethes, shoving the barrel of the gun painfully into Wes’s temple. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Roux.”
I grab Kayden by the arm. “Come on. Get off him. Let’s go. Don’t do this.”
Kayden spits in Wes’s face but then climbs off him. He walks me away from Wes and slings an arm over my shoulders. “You okay, baby?”
“I’m fine,” I rasp out. “Can we go? Please?”
Wes rises to his feet, his intense eyes boring into me. It’s as though he doesn’t care about Kayden or is even worried about him. No, his whole focus is on me. It’s terrifying.
“Let’s go,” Kayden mutters when he realizes I’m trembling. “That guy is fucking psycho.”
Kayden escorts me to his car and helps me in. It’s not until we’re in the car, driving far away from Wes, that I breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Thanks for rescuing me,” I murmur. “He doesn’t know when to quit.”
“He touches you again, baby, and I’ll blow his fucking head off.”
“I’m not your baby, Kayden, and don’t do that. He’s obsessed, but he doesn’t deserve to die. Thanks for coming to my aid, though.”
He turns on some rap music and tries to hold my hand. I grab my phone out of my pocket as an excuse not to touch him. I quickly text Roan.
Me: Looks like I’m catching a ride home. See you soon.
Roan doesn’t respond, which means he’s busy with the attorney or driving. Either way, he’ll get the message.
Kayden’s phone rings and he answers it. “What’s up?”
As he talks to whoever it is on the phone, I try to calm my nerves. When I get home, I’m going to crawl into bed and try to forget this day until Jordy can kiss it all away.
“Fuckin’ right my girl’s with me. Told you I was gonna get her back,” Kayden brags. “What? Why?” He pauses and grumbles. “I need to drop her off first.” Another pause. “Okay, asshole, I get it. Right the fuck now. You’re so goddamn bossy.”
He hangs up and then pulls a U-turn in the middle of the road, nearly sideswiping a car in the process.
“Where are we going?” I shriek.
“The shop.” He starts rapping along with the radio.
I mash the button to turn it off. “Take me home, Kayden.”
“Can’t, babe,” he says, turning back on the radio. “My brother says it’s important.”
“Just let me off here,” I demand. “Kayden. Now.”
He waves his hands, grinning, as he raps along to his stupid song. “A ho don’t know. A ho don’t know.”
I immediately text Jordy.
Me: I’m with Kayden. Don’t ask. But now we’re headed to your brother’s shop to see Renaldo. Can you come get me?
I send similar messages to Roan and Hollis both.
No one replies.
By the time we reach the shop, my nerves are a mess. I’m nearly in tears. The last time I ran into Renaldo, he looked me up and down like I could be of use to him. Being useful to Renaldo is scary. Not to mention, I don’t know what sort of war that would bring down if he did try to use me. As much as Kayden has ruined things with me, I don’t think he’d sit back and let that happen with Renaldo. And I don’t know how Renaldo would respond to that.
And Jordy?
I can’t have him going back to prison because of me.
We pull up to the shop and Kayden starts to get out. I reach over and grab his arm, trying to adopt a bored expression.