Page 49 of Not Your Hero

“What does it matter? You like to keep secrets, don’t you, Gannix?”

“What are you talking about?” he asks, his brows furrowed. I huff out a breath before trying to walk away from him, but he doesn’t let me get far. He grabs my wrist and pulls me back, slamming my back against the wall, causing the air to whoosh from my lungs. “You’re going to answer me,” he growls.

“No, I’m not. You know what, fuck you, Gannix.” I try to pull away once more, but he’s too strong.

“Fuck me? Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you, Emerson?”

“You’d have to drug me first, right?” I sneer at him.

“Is that what this is about? The drugs?”

“It’s about everything! You stole me, you stalked me, you sold my goddamn house! And then you have the fucking audacity to tell me that when you fuck me, I have to be drugged? What the hell kind of shit is that?” Now, I’m angry, and thoughts run wild through my head. Is it because he’s hiding something from me, or is it because I’m not good enough without the drugs?

“That’s what this is? Because I drug you?”

“Am I not good enough without the drugs? Is that it?” I question him. He shakes his head but doesn’t say anything, and that only serves to piss me off more. “Let me go.”

“No. Never.”

“You’re not going to keep me, Gannix! I don’t want this. I don’t want you,” I snap at him. His eyes keep burning through me, and a look I’ve never seen before crosses his face. It’s one of anger and fury.

“You don’t want me? Well, that’s too fucking bad, Emerson, because I’m not letting you go.”

“I’ll run. Every chance I get, I’ll run,” I tell him.

“And I’ll find you. If you happen to make it out of my house, I’ll hunt you to the end of the fucking earth and drag you back.”

“For what?”

“Because you’re mine.”

“And you don’t care if I want this or not?”

“No. I don’t.”

“What kind of relationship do you think this is going to be then?”

“The kind where I keep you,” he growls.

“Against my will?”

“If that’s what I need to do.” I shove at him, trying to push him away from me, but it’s pointless. Gannix just smirks at me with a deadly look in his eyes. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought me out of the house. Maybe that was his mistake because by the time this night is over, I’m getting the fuck away from him.

I take a few calming breaths, making him think I’m calming down, so he loosens his hold on me.

“You done now?”

“Yes. I need a drink,” I tell him. He nods his head and starts to walk away from me, heading for the drinks. I slowly glance around, looking for the nearest exit. Gannix disappears into the crowd, and that’s when I move.

I make my way down the wall to the end, where it cuts off, and see an exit door. I glance over my shoulder once more, but I don’t see him, so I take the chance and go.

I shove open the door and start to take off when I hear his voice.

“Run, baby.” A scream rips from my throat as my hand flies up to cover my mouth. How the fuck did he get out here? I spin to face him and see him standing with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall. I’m about to open my mouth when he shakes his head.

“I said run, Emerson. See how far you can get. As you know, I’m a good hunter. I’ve been hunting for a very long time.” His tone is calm. Cool. Almost too calm. I look over at the trees before looking back at Gannix. He doesn’t move or even attempt tomove. He stands there, still as a fucking statue, as he watches me.

“I don’t want to do this,” I tell him softly.

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