Page 40 of Sinful Pleasure

Is he stalking me or something?

In front of the restaurant, two black SUVs waited for us, with two men standing beside each one, dressed in all black.

Maddox walked to the first car, said something to the driver, and then returned to us.

“You will go with them.” His eyes locked onto Lara. “They will drive you back to the house.”

“No,” I snapped. “She’s coming with me.”

Maddox groaned.

“Stop being such a fucking brat, and for once, shut your mouth”

“It’s not her fault,” I said. “I asked her to accompany me.”

“Did I ask you a fucking question?” he hissed.

“Fuck you,” I spat back. He clenched his jaw. “I won’t let her be punished for something she didn’t do.”

“No one will do anything to her.”

I laughed sarcastically.

“And I should believe you?”

“I’m many things, but dishonorable is not one of them.” he casually added, as if we were discussing business.

‘‘Go, Miss Delgado, please. I don’t want to cause more trouble.” Lara broke into the conversation from next to me.

She was on the verge of tears, and that was the only reason I decided to surrender. I didn’t want to put her in another ugly situation.

“I’ll find you as soon as I can, okay?”

I reassured her, and she nodded.

I just hoped Maddox kept his word because if anything happened to her, he’d see what kind of brat I could turn into.

The man by the car opened the door for Lara. She looked at me one last time before getting inside, and the door slammed shut behind her. All the other men, Dylan included, got in as well.

Then the car sped off.

I had no choice but to watch it drive away, myeyes fixed on it until it disappeared from view.

Maddox opened the door to the other car.

“Get in the fucking car, Allyn.”

CHAPTER11

ALLYN

The drive back was silent—completely unlike the chaos swirling inside my head. I still felt dizzy, the wine had done its job. My body was overheated and restless.

And the man driving the car wasn’t helping. If anything, he made me feel even drunker than I already was.

He punished me with his silence, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other scratched his chin. His eyes stayed locked on the road ahead, distant and cold.

“Why are you so fucking stubborn?” he finally broke the silence, his voice sharp. “Why can’t you, for once, do as you’re told?”

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