Page 106 of Sinning for Santa

Fuck. He calls his car, Princess. This isn’t going to end well.

“Hey, yeah, uh… She’s currently ripping up the pavement out here in the sticks.”

“You don’t sound like you’re driving right now,” Conrad asks, confused, and I grip the back of my neck.

“Yeah, that’s because I’m not driving her,” I admit, entering my office to see Dom at my computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he logs into the video footage from the front gate.

“But you just said…”

“Look, I’ll be frank. My guest is driving the Corvette.”

“What!” Conrad booms and I pull the phone away from my ear as the speaker crackles. “You’re fucking kidding, right?! That’s a five hundred thousand dollar car, Dev! Why would you let some chick drive it?”

“I didn’t let her exactly.”

“Dev.” He sneers in warning and I can imagine him gritting his teeth.

Dom waves me over, so I round the desk to look at the screen, watching Aaron and Bruno fly up from their posts, guns in hand as they start yelling before their stance turns panicked. It’s then that the Corvette comes onto the screen, so fast I’m a little fucking impressed, right before my men dive out of the way and the Corvette bursts through the gates, speeding off down the road.

“Are you listening to me!” Conrad’s voice registers and I realise I must have zoned out as I watched my little mouse make her escape.

Fuck.

I really thought she’d stay.

My eyes fall to my desk where her phone was and the note I left her to see two words written under my message, the handwriting perfectly neat.

I’m sorry.

“Do you have tracking on the car?” I ask my cousin.

“Of course I have tracking on her.” He snarls like it’s the most ridiculous question ever.

“Good. Track her and tell me where she goes. I’m going to get her.” I spit, storming from my office.

“I hope you mean my Princess?”

“No, I fucking meanmyPrincess, and she’d better be prepared for the punishment she’ll receive for this.”

Chapter twenty-one

Jaxcen

Not only have I stolen a car, but I’ve broken so many road laws speeding from Woodall Ridge to get back into the city in time. I can’t let them hurt Presley, and I know what’s going to happen to me, but I’d rather sacrifice myself than let anyone hurt my sister.

She doesn’t know what they’ll do to her.

I don’t want her to ever know!

My cheeks are still damp with tears, but I stopped crying the moment I reached the inner city, too focused on getting to my sister's apartment without getting noticed by police.

The dent at the front of the Corvette is already getting attention from Melbournians walking on the streets, and I have to hope the car hasn’t been listed as stolen just yet.

I just need to get to Presley.

Taking an illegal turn over the tram tracks, I dodge a Range Rover before turning up the wrong way of a quieter one way street, and slam on the brakes, skidding the sleek red car to a stop before throwing the door open, grabbing my phone and leaping out.

My phone rang about five times on my way here. I didn’t recognise the number, but I have no doubt it was Devon.

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