Page 37 of Chaos

“I’m a Sofia man. I want to see all of you.”

“I wanna try something. I think it will be hot,” I say, eyeing one of my sparkly belts.

He raises a brow. “Close your eyes.”

He does as I say, and I snatch up the belt, positioning myself behind him, running my nails through his dark curls, before placing the belt over his eyes.

“Sure you don’t want to choke me with that first?” he says with amusement in his tone.

Visions of doing just that invade my mind. Jesus, why is everything he says so hot?

“Maybe later, you could even do that to me, too,” I whisper in his ear, tightening the belt.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans as I run my hands along his broad shoulders.

Placing wet kisses along his jawline up to his ear, he’s already tugging at his restraints.

“Let me go grab one more thing.” I place a kiss on his cheek and retreat.

Collecting all my cash from the floor, shoving it in my purse and stopping just before the door.

My heart wants to stay, to give him the show of his life and remind me of how good he makes me feel.

My head is screaming at me to leave. Him and Brody, he’s Maeve’s dad. He’s a thug. He won’t want me. What if he rejects her?

It’s all too much. I need time to process. When the time is right.

As silently as I can, I steal one last glance and open the door.

“Sofia?”

Shit.

Stepping out, I close the door behind me and run as fast as I can.

TWENTY

JAX

The door clicks shut and I let out a laugh.

She really thinks she can run from me? That I won’t chase her? Wrong.

With ease, I rip off the flimsy little thongs binding my wrists and tug the belt from my eyes. I’ll give her points for creativity.

If anything, she’s just fueled me further. She’s hiding something from me. How the hell did she land herself here, and why is she running?

I can tell from her reaction to me that she feels this as much as I do.

My heart skips a beat as I make my swift exit.

Where the fuck did she go? Wandering through the dark hallways, filled with groping hands and couples fucking in the shadows, I look in every door that isn’t locked.

All these years of dreaming of her, just to have her slip through my fingers?

Not a chance.

She will probably be in her car by now. I need to think outside the box for my little tiger.

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