Page 7 of Savage Scream

“So whose car were you in?” Garrett asks, and my mind races, trying to figure out what to say to that. I can’t tell them whose car it is, can I?

“It was my car.” All eyes turn to the door and the looming figure of Griffin Marx as he fills it.

“And you are?” my dad snaps, glaring at Griffin.

“My apologies.” Griffin steps into the room, letting the door shut behind him. He’s in one of his signature suits, his dark hair groomed to perfection. “I’m Griffin Marx.” He steps around the bed and offers his hand out to my dad, and I stiffen.

I don’t want the Marx men anywhere near my family.

My dad frowns but takes Griffin’s hand for a shake before Griffin addresses my mum.

“You must be Janine. Jared said you were a beautiful woman.”

“Oh.” My mum’s hand lands over her heart as she blushes again, and my dad clears his throat.

“How do you know my son?” my dad asks, wearing a glare, and I raise a brow at Griffin as he glances at me.

“I’m Jared’s new employer. I’ve hired him to be my driver occasionally. I asked him to test out the car I wanted him to drive me in for a few days.” His lips thin as he glances at my parents’ gazes before turning his hard eyes to me. “I guess things got a little out of control.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry, Mr Marx. We will pay for the damages to your car.” My mum offers like Griffin is here to tell me off.

He can fucking try.

“No, no. That won’t be necessary,” Griffin states, shooting her a warm smile. “I just wanted to make sure Jared was alright. His safety is my top priority.”

Fucking hell. I bet this arsehole did drama class back in high school. He’s a fucking pro.

“Thank you.” My dad offers Griffin a nod as his shoulders relax.

“Marx?” Garrett asks, his eyes a hard glare as he death stares Griffin from the other side of the bed. “As in the Marx family? From the city?”

My heart races.

Shit! Garrett must know something about them, and my eyes widen as they dart from Garrett to Griffin and back.

Griffin’s jaw ticks slightly, but that’s the only sign I see that he’s bothered by Garrett’s question.

“Correct. We have a big family.” The smile he directs Garrett’s way is tense, and I realise I need to try to get these people separated as soon as possible.

“Uh, would you all mind giving me a minute with Mr Marx?” I ask, and everyone but Garrett nods happily before turning to leave.

Garrett hangs back for a beat, his icy blue eyes boring a hole in the side of Griffin’s head. When he turns his glare to me, I have to fight off a flinch.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on Crowley, but this man here,” he jabs a finger towards Griffin, “is not someone you want to be working for.”

Griffin’s brows shoot up, but he doesn’t respond to the accusation in Garrett’s tone.

“Thanks for your concern, Cole. I’ll talk to you later,” I snap, returning his glare.

His lip curls ever so slightly, his shoulders tense and his fists ball tightly at his sides as he stares at me. I start shifting uncomfortably in the bed at the glare Garrett shoots me, but then he turns and leaves without another word.

“Intense guy.” Griffin remarks and I turn my glare to him.

“I don’t want you or any of your fucking family near my friends or family.”

“Well, maybe if you didn’t drive my car off a fucking cliff, then I wouldn’t have had to step in and cover your arse, not just with your family, but with the cops as well.” Griffin snaps back and I frown.

“It wasn’t even a cliff. Just an incline.”

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