Page 47 of Broken Promises

“He knows that, we had a good chat about it today. It’s not an excuse, but he was just freaked out and hurt that he was kept in the dark about everything. I told him his bossy bullshit isn’t cute, and you’re not the type to appreciate it. He knows he fucked up,” he said, surprising me a little.

“How do you know that’s not my type?”

“I’m pretty good at reading girls. You like a man who can protect you, but not control you. Someone who’s strong but gentle. I have a feeling you don’t mind submitting to someone who allows you to dominate them back sometimes,” he chuckled, giving me a wink. “Bit hard to do all of that with insecure men.”

I snorted, not being able to help the small smile that tugged at my lips. “The thought of spanking them really does it for me.”

“It’s not just about that though. You like the power balance where you feel equal, right? Real men know giving their woman the power is way better.”

“You don’t seem the type to allow a girl to take charge.”

“You don’t really know me then, do you?” he murmured, his eyes flicking to the rearview just before all the humor left his face. “We’re being tailed. Put the box on the floor.”

“Why—”

“Because if for some reason the airbags go off, I don’t want it slamming the box into your face,” he said seriously, glancing over to make sure I was doing as I was told. “I can outrun them easily, so I need you to hold on and trust me to get you home safely. Can you do that?” I went to turn and look out the window, but he reached over and took my wrist, distracting me. “Don’t look. I need to take off and catch them off guard. If they see you looking, they’ll know we see them.”

“Promise you won’t kill me?” I asked nervously, having no issue with fast cars, but knowing this car was a rocket on the road.

“I promise,” he said confidently, letting me go and putting his hand on the gear stick. “Hold on.”

My fingers dug into the seat on either side of my thighs as he put his foot down suddenly, sending me back into my seat so hard my teeth clacked. I squeezed my eyes shut as my stomach flipped, not opening them again until we took a corner and I felt like not looking was scarier.

He slammed through the gears as he sped through streets, taking us through Ashburn Valley and into Rawson Grove. The scenery whipped by faster than my eyes could focus on it, and after a while, I slowly released my grip on the seat and tried to relax.

At least there was still some light left in the sky.

The Supra engine roared, and I hated how calm Ander was. This speed was normal for him, and the thought of Reid and Logan driving at these speeds in the middle of the night made me feel sick.

Ander turned onto a straight stretch of road and floored it, pressing buttons on the dash until ringing filled the car.

“You’re not being very discreet, racer boy,” Cruz chuckled as he answered. “I thought you were trying to hide?”

“Got a tail. I need eyes,” Ander said quickly, downshifting and scaring the shit out of me as he pumped the clutch and sent us sideways around a corner without warning, straightening it out with ease as he sped up again.

“I’m watching you. There’s a black SUV following you, and it looks like they’re trying to trap you at the end of Kipper Lane. Turn off at Hewston Street and go left on Blair Street. If you’re fast, they’ll lose sight of you and you should be able to take the long way home if you head towards Pine Valley then turn off to the Heights at the last street. I’ll keep eyes on you until you’re there, but remember, the Heights are patchy. I won’t see everything if they’re in blind spots.”

“You don’t even know where I live.”

“Sure I do. That cute little one bedroom with the garage on Benson Street.”

“There’s no fucking cameras near me, I checked. How?—”

“Tracked your phone and went snooping this morning. Lock your windows better. Anyone could just climb right in and help themselves to your fridge. By the way, you’re almost out of butter,” he said seriously, making me snicker as Ander bit out a growl.

“Stay out of my house, asshole.”

“You basically told me to come in with shit security like that. No wonder you lost Raven the other night if all she had to do was open the window.”

“I broke the lock to get out,” I admitted, and he didn’t seem all that surprised to hear my voice.

“That’s because it was a shitty lock. I’ll send some better ones over with Zav. I’m meeting up with him on his way home,” he sighed, clicking away at his keyboard. “SUV’s starting to struggle, so make your move, bro.”

Ander barely slowed for the corner as we reached Hewston Street, drifting around it and racing through the quiet streetfaster than I could blink. It took literal seconds for us to end up on Blair street, and I relaxed more when Cruz announced our tail was quite far behind us.

We didn’t slow down until we’d almost reached Pine Valley and turned into the Heights, moving through street after street until we reached Benson Street.

My heart was pounding, and I was a little bit confused as to why my panties were damp.

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