Page 11 of His Captive Pet

Her face blanched. Finally, she saw reason.

“Take me home.” She exhaled and looked out the window. Samuel whined and lay in the back seat, resting his head on her lap.

“That’s not an option, either.” He sighed again and turned back around. The processing of the scene began, forensic units showed up, and the dogs were being walked out of the arena or carried out. He turned on the engine and pulled out of the lot.

“I want to go home,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Then you shouldn’t have gone to that damn fight. I told you not to. I told you to stay out of it, but no. You had to get your nose in there, you had to go try to rescue the whole world. Well, now you can’t go home. Now you can’t save those dogs. Now, the only thing being saved is your ass.”

She grunted and kicked the back of his seat. “I want out.”

“No.” He shook his head and turned down another side street, heading for the highway.

She kicked his seat again.

“Once more, Aubree, and you’ll be hog-tied back there, after I take my belt to your ass.”

She sucked in air but didn’t respond.

He caught her gaze in the rearview mirror. “I told you, I’m still me.”

“You’re a liar.”

“Says the woman who told me she was going to work today.”

“Dammit, Blake, just take me home,” she argued, leaning forward. “Take me and Samuel home.”

“No.” He turned his focus back to the road and sped up as he entered the on-ramp. She still didn’t see how dangerous her actions had been, and how much shit she had just landed herself in.

“You’re kidnapping me?” she demanded, heat back in her voice.

“If that’s what it’s going to take to keep you safe.” He shrugged both shoulders and eased his way onto the highway.

“And who’s going to keep me safe from you!”

His eyes met hers again, but after a brief moment passed, she looked away.

“That’s all up to you, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that!”

He grinned and looked over his shoulder before merging to the next lane. “I think this is going to be a long drive.”

Chapter Six

Aubree leaned her head against the window. Samuel slept curled up beside her, and Blake hadn’t looked back at her in over an hour.

The burn in her shoulders quickly became hard to ignore, and no matter what position she moved to, nothing appeased it.

She wiggled around again, and the blunt edge of her phone poked into her. A giggle almost escaped, she was so thrilled. She’d forgotten about her phone being in her back pocket.

Checking again to be sure Blake’s attention remained on the road, she maneuvered it out and flattened it on the seat beside her. Her movements woke Samuel, who opened one eye and grunted at her before clamping it shut again. He repositioned himself on the seat, nearly covering her phone with his body before he settled down again.

She looked down to find the button to wake up the phone and moved her body to the side so her fingers could access it better.

“What are you doing?” Blake asked, but she covered the phone with her hand and shook her head.

“My shoulders hurt,” she complained.

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