Page 131 of Charity's Redemption

How in the…

Well, that didn’t go as planned.

I dropped my hands to my thighs with a slap as though he were just a figment of my imagination and I had just made out with air.

Where were the spankings he promised?

The rage?

Throw me in the goddamn water or something, but to walk away?

Has he really changed that much?

Luca had never once ignored my bratty behavior, but it appeared he adapted to my level of crazy, and rather quickly, too.

“Oh great.” I sighed, staring up into the blue sky.

He left me here without a fucking car.

I reached into my pocket to call a taxi, then panicked.

My heart stuttered as I patted all four pockets and came up empty.

“Well played, jerk. Well played.” I closed my eyes and laughed into the air. “Unreal.”

Shaking my head, I twisted the other heads of lettuce like Max did, then threw the rest into the water. The ducks I no longer liked took off in a different direction, leaving the food as I walked away.

I groaned as my once comfy boots hit the sidewalk about three miles into a ten-mile walk. I’d had an hour and a half to think about the mistake of taking his car and provoking him while he was so busy.

Yeah, okay… it was childish. I see the error of my ways.

It was about mile two when my feet began to ache, and shortly thereafter, my shoulder sent random bolts of electricity down my arm to my fingertips.

I leaned against the white brick retaining wall in the upscale suburb, hoping if I sat still with my arm held to my stomach, it would stop the angry signal to my fingers.

Puffing out my cheeks, I exhaled as a silver Mercedes G-Class pulled up in front of me with chrome wheels and blacked-out mirrored windows.

This can’t be good.

I squinted from the bright sun glaring on the windshield, making it impossible to see inside, when the door opened, and a bitch stepped out.

“Pooch, my long-time buddy. How goes fucking your mother?” I grinned a toothy smile as he clenched his jaw, making his facial muscles bulge beneath the growing beard.

“Get in.”

“Do you have candy?”

He shook his head with a confused stare.

“A puppy?”

“Why would I have that?”

“Typically, pedophiles bribe kids with candy and puppies. Where is yours? I thought you’d come prepared.”

The back window rolled down and Elias, with his perfectly combed hair, came into view. “Get in the car, Charity, and stop your childish games.”

“Yeah, that’s a hard pass.”

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