Page 29 of Draven

I shudder. And to think that only yesterday I allowed him to kiss me, to tongue-fuck me, to rub his cock against me. To tell me we’re going to sleep together. Still, I hadn’t been eager to fight him off, had I? Instead, I welcomed him, my mouth hungrily opening beneath his, green lighting his passionate, brutal onslaught.

“I heard talk of an auction,” Moretti says, dragging me back to the present.

I lean forward, pressing the headphones tighter to my ears, determined not to miss a single word.

“What kind of an auction?” Draven asks.

“The kind you don’t want to get mixed up in.”

Draven picks up his phone. “You’re boring me, Moretti, and you’ve given me jack shit. Time’s up.” He taps the screen, putting the phone to his ear.

“Okay, okay!” Moretti yells. “I heard there’s a new guy in town. Arjan Shala. Rumors are he’s planning an auction. Nice girls only. But that’s it, man. That’s all I know.”

I shiver, my worst fears realized. If the men who took Kiera have sold her into human slavery, she’s gone for good.

“When?” Draven barks, leaning forward with his hands flat on the table. “When’s it happening?”

“I don’t know. God’s truth, I don’t.”

Draven eyeballs Moretti for a good sixty seconds. Whatever he sees satisfies him because he tips his chin to the cop who’d retreated to his corner after having to restrain Moretti. “You can take this motherfucker back to his cell now.”

“Wait,” Moretti pleads. “What about my old lady? She’s gonna be okay, right? Nothing’s going to happen to her?”

Draven’s frosty glare could cut through glacial ice. I’m not on the receiving end of it, and there’s a glass partition between us, but it still makes me shiver.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on the mood I’m in.”

Moretti sets about thrashing once more. He screams and hollers, threatening bloody murder as Draven walks out without a backward glance.

I tear off my headphones and toss them on the table in front of me before launching outside, where I collide with Draven’s broad chest. I slam my palms against the thick expanse of his pectorals.

“What the hell is going on?” I hiss. “What’re you playing at, Draven? If you’ve allowed those men—your men—to hurt one hair on that woman’s head, I swear to God, I-I’ll?—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Draven interrupts, gripping my upper arm hard enough to cause a bruise.

He shoves me back toward the room I vacated just as Moretti appears, shackled to the cop. Draven pushes me inside, slams the door, then braces himself against it.

“I didn’t want him to hear your caterwauling, in case you’re wondering why all the manhandling,” Draven drawls. “Not to mention I’m keen to avoid a migraine. When you’re pissed, your voice screeches so high, only dogs can hear it.”

I splutter. “Caterwauling? Jesus Christ, you just scared a woman half to death, and you berate me for calling your ass on it. You disgust me.”

Draven flicks his gaze to Rick. “I’ll come find you before we leave.” He jerks his head backward. “We need a minute alone.”

“I’m not interested in anything you have to say. I’m leaving, Draven. I’ll find Kiera without you. I don’t need your kind of blood on my hands.”

Draven blocks my path to the exit before I’ve taken a single step.

“Get out, Rick,” he grits, his eyes not leaving mine.

“Well, look at you,” I sneer. “Adding false imprisonment to your impressive list of crimes.” I flash a disappointed glare at Rick and jab a finger for added emphasis. “And that makes you an accessory.”

Rick’s gaze bounces from me to Draven, and as I might have guessed, the big, tattooed asshole wins.

“I’ll be right outside.”

“Dick,” I mutter as he passes by.

Then the door closes, leaving me alone with Draven. I prop my hands on my hips and let him have it. “Let’s hear your stream of excuses for what you did in there, but before you start, if you used my sister as a reason for terrorizing that poor woman, I will kick you in the balls so hard, they’ll be tonight’s dinner. The fact you drew me into your despicable plan boils my blood. When I asked for your help, I told you, I told you that I wanted to do this the right way. On the one hand, you completely let that Fowler woman off the hook when she blatantly lied, and yet now, you… you go and do this. I am furi?—”

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