Page 37 of Don't You Pucking Dare

I take a look around the parking lot. There’s no one in sight. It’s either I fuck this idiot or I run. I see people in the distance, so I’ll take my chances. I glance down at the gun in his hand and then dare to read his eyes. This asshole won’t shoot me.

"You’re fucking out of your mind. Put that thing away," I demand, needing to buy a few more moments.

He shakes his head, smiling. "Not until I get a taste of the Duchess."

"Just a taste?" I ask, stalling as my mind runs a million miles per second to figure out what my next move will be.

"Just a taste," he repeats wickedly.

I duck and run past his car, then behind another car. I don’t stop moving as he calls my name. When I cross the street, a car slams its brakes and honks at me. The blinding headlights catches me off guard, but luckily my feet are still moving. I’m going in the opposite direction of my dorm, but I’m not going to stop because I have a feeling Jack won’t stop. Right now I wish I had Brody’s phone number. I start tapping out an email to Brody.

Lola: Your friend just pulled a gun on me. What the fuck is wrong with the Reapers? You sick fucks

I dial Kiah and she answers on the second ring. "Hey."

"That psychopath Jack just pulled a gun on me in the fucking parking lot."

"Oh my god," she says. "Do you think he’s coming here?"

My gut sinks because I didn’t think about that. I turn around and don’t see Jack. "Shit, Kiah. Get the fuck out of there, please. Go to Kylie’s room. She’s on the third floor last door on the left. I think you’ll be okay."

"Okay," she says, but I hear the anxiety in her voice. "Stay on the phone with me until I get there."

I’m powerwalking the street, hugging myself, terrified that Jack’s following me. Or going to our dorm to wait this out. When I turn around, no one is following me. The eeriness of a quiet street makes my skin crawl.

An unfamiliar number is calling me, but I don’t want to get off the phone with Kiah.

"Shit, Kiah. Does Jack’s number end in 7712?"

"I don’t know it by heart. Why?"

"I don’t know this number and they’re calling me."

"Don’t answer it," she panics. "Stay on the phone with me. I’m walking to her door now." I hear the knock on Kylie’s door and hear Kiah say, "Okay, I’m safe."

I feel a sense of relief that she’s out of our dorm room.

The number calls again. "Shit, they’re calling again."

"Maybe it’s Brody?" she says. "Answer it and call me back. I need to tell Kylie what’s going on."

We hang up and I reluctantly answer the call, but I don’t say anything when I accept it.

"Duchess," Brody says, and I feel relief at the sound of his voice.

"Thank God."

"Where are you?" he asks. "I’m coming to get you."

"I’ll drop a pin. Please hurry."

What feels like forever passes and then a beautiful black Range Rover pulls up to the curb where I’m waiting. I stare at the tinted windows just as the passenger door opens.

"Get in," Brody demands.

I glance around, but nobody’s in sight. A pit is in my stomach as I step into the passenger seat. Brody is fresh out of the shower, wearing a clean black tee and black jeans. I buckle myself in as he drives off.

I can hear my heart in my ears as we sit in silence.

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