Page 138 of Sinful Sacrifice

I pluck my AirPods into my ears and select my favorite Halsey song. Shutting my eyes, I relax my head back and brainstorm on ways to elude all these crazy men in my life.

I need to get out of New York.

That much is clear.

My decision is made, and I start plotting in my head.

My body slams forward at the impact of Fred slamming on his brakes.

I remove an AirPod as Fred yells, “Whoa! Whoa!”

I scramble forward and look out the windshield. A black SUV is parked in the middle of the road with its driver’s side door open, blocking all traffic.

My body freezes when the back door opens.

“You know you can’t run from me,” the masculine voice says.

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Although irritating, it’s fun when Pippa disobeys me.

I get to punish her for it.

Most of the time, she gets the patient version of me, but she loses that when she doesn’t listen. I told her I was driving her back to New York, so that meant I’m goddamn driving her back.

The Uber driver mutters something about calling the cops while I fix my stare on Pippa in the back seat.

Did she think I wouldn’t find her?

Everything she owns is tracked by me.

If possible, I’d put a damn device in her skull.

“Let’s go.” I snap my fingers and jerk my chin toward my Mercedes in the road.

She stubbornly crosses her arms. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

I stick my head inside the car. “Shall I kill your driver, then?”

“What?!” Fred yelps, a tremble in his tone.

Since I hacked into her phone, I knew who Fred was and his background information before she even got into his car. I also disabled his phone and car camera without him knowing it.

My parents might have invested in expensive schooling for me, but they made sure I was skilled at hacking into shit. That’s priceless.

Pippa is precious cargo, and I won’t allow anyone else to drive her. I also want to spend time with her. What better way than when she’s trapped in a vehicle with me?

Pippa leans in closer. “You really need to stop threatening violence to get what you want.”

“Why?” I raise a brow. “It gets me what I want. Now, get your ass out of this car.”

“Sorry, Fred.” She shoots him an apologetic look, but that look turns ice cold when it shifts to me. “I’m only doing this so you don’t kill an innocent man.”

I place my hand on my chest. “Me? Never.”

I step back a few steps, allowing her space to exit the car, and she snubs my attempt to help her out.

As soon as she’s out of the car, Fred hits the gas, makes a U-turn, and speeds off.

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