Page 57 of Dirty Behavior

This was his mother's car.

My feet hit the concrete with force. Running back through the house, I made my way up to the bedroom that had been sealed off. If the keys were going to be anywhere, it was there.

My shoulder slammed into the door as I grabbed the handle and threw it open. Running to the desk, I shuffled through the drawers, tossing the papers out and letting them flutter to the floor.

They have to be here! They just have to!

I tore apart that fucking room, drawer after drawer, shelf after shelf, everything landed on the floor in chaos. But I couldn't find them.

Fuck! Come on!

Dragging my fingers through my hair, my eyes flicked rapidly around the room, scanning for anything that I might have missed. A light sparkle twinkled in the darkness between the bed and night stand.

Falling to my knees, I tugged out a small gold purse, his mother's purse. Tearing the zipper, I flipped it over and dumped it onto the floor. Sifting through the small pile, the silver spark of metal shined like a fucking prize.

Gotcha.

Remo isn't doing this anymore.

He's not my owner.

I'm not owned by anyone.

I'm Ivy.

And today is the day I take my life back.

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