Page 96 of Mayhem

I go to move around him, but he stops me. “You won’t need that where you’re going. The cell phone is traceable. Hailee won’t have hers either.”

“I’m going home. If you want to keep the cell phone, fine. I won’t need it, but you’re going to give me my things back.”

“No. You’re going to go to the safe house I set up for you while I figure this shit out.”

“You’re not about to ship me off to God only knows where while you save the day. You need to get over your hero complex. This is my mother and my problem, so I’m going to solve it,” I say, poking his chest.

“Absolutely not. You’re going to go with Nate and Hailee. End of discussion,” he says calmly. Too calmly.

He moves around me, heading toward the front door. With me hot on his heels.

“You are such an asshole. Why do you seem to think you control my life? Newsflash. Just because I let you lick my pussy doesn’t mean you get a say in my life.”

He whirls on me, halting me in my tracks. “I said end of discussion. Now get your tight little ass in the car. Now.”

“Make me.”

He grits his teeth. “Don’t test me, Willow. I’m not in the mood.”

“This isn’t a test. I’m telling you I’m not going.” I cross my arms over my chest.

One second, Chase is standing in front of me. The next, I’m over his shoulder, staring at his ass as he moves to the front door.

“Put me down. I don’t want to hurt you,” I demand.

He doesn’t respond. I swing my fists on him as hard as I can, but get no reaction. As he steps off the porch, I dig my nails in his back, my last attempt to make him put me down.

He hisses before bringing his hand down on my ass.

“Keep it up. I don’t mind a little pain.” I can hear the humor in his voice.

Before I can do anything, he sets me down next to a car.

“Get in.”

I back away from him. “I’m not going. I already told you. You can’t order me around. I’m not one of your minions. I am my own person.”

“I won’t tell you again. You have five seconds to get in the car.”

I lean in closer to him, making sure my nose is touching his.

“No,” I say quietly.

His hand reaches up, gripping me by the throat.

“What…” My words are caught as he applies pressure.

“I gave you a chance to do this the easy way. Now we do it my way. Nate, pop the trunk.”

I try to struggle, but the more I do, the more pressure he puts on my neck.

I see Nate move in my peripheral, opening the trunk. Chase drags me toward it. Leaning forward, he brushes his lips against mine.

“This is for the best.” His words are meant to be comforting, but as he pushes me inside the trunk, I feel betrayal.

As soon as he removes his hand, I surge forward, but he slams the trunk before I can stop him.

I pound and kick on the lid, screaming to be let out, but they ignore me.

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