Page 15 of Dare You to Catch Me
I smile letting out a huff as I nod. “Yes.”
“Give me 10 minutes and I'll meet you in the lobby.”
“Okay, I have to use the restroom anyway.”
He smiles before he walks to my door. Looking back at me one last time, shaking his head with a playful smile, before he's out my door, leaving me giggling to myself, feeling like a little fucking girl, crushing on a boy, except, I'm a grown women about to marry that boy, that is now a very delicious man.
After using the restroom, I make my way to the lobby. Checking with the front desk for any messages, which thankfully, I have none.
Walking toward a chair in the lounge area, I feel a large familiar hand wrap around my hand, causing me to snap my head around, “What are you doing, Dad?”
His lip curls into a snarl. “Where were you really last night, Emma?”
“I was with Ace, like he said.” I spit back.
“Where is the car?”
My lip curls into a dangerous smirk, “What's it to you?”
He yanks me into the side office, then wraps his hand around my throat slamming me against the wall, “Don't fucking play games with me, where is it?”
I stare into his eyes as I grit my teeth, holding in the location of where my car is, because I know he knows what happened last night and he is going to take that car. “It's... not... yours…” My words come out forced as his grip on my neck tightens.
“Everything is mine, including you.” He snarls.
The door flies open and Ace emerges, slamming the door behind him as my father releases his hold around my neck, dropping me to the floor, leaving me gasping for air.
“I should fucking kill you!” Ace shows my father the same respect, advancing him in one long step, wrapping his hand around his throat, lifting him from the ground, slamming him against the wall, “What the fuck is wrong with you? I warned you to not touch her and yet I found you with your hand around her throat.” Ace tightens his grip around my father's throat, my father, gasping for air.
“Fuck... you…” My father's words come out forced, and it was like a light switch goes off in Ace. His other hand comes up and connects with my fathers face, snapping his head sideways, before Ace drops him and he falls to the floor.
“I do not understand why you hate Emma this much.”
The door flies open and now, Ryan emerges with a dangerous look on his face, slamming the door behind him. “Have you lost your fucking minds!”
Ryan looks down at me, furrowing his brows when he sees the redmarks around my throat, then looking to Ace, then my father, who is starting to get up. “Is anyone going to explain?”
“I came in here and found Charles with his hand wrapped around Emma's throat... and well, you know what the fuck happened.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, she's my fucking daughter.” My father growls.
I listen to the three of them argue in hushed voices, avoiding our guests hearing, as I stand, catching my bearings.
What the hell is wrong with my father? He has never been this crazed towards me. Why is everything going to hell since Ace has been home.
I flinch when I feel a hand brush against my elbow, bringing me back from my thought, realizing it's Ace. “Sorry-”
“Let's go, we'll talk in the car.”
“Ace, I'm not really up for lunch anymore.” I point to my red and painful neck; I'm sure it is already starting to bruise as I bruise easily.
His brows furrow as a primal growl rumbles in his chest. “Come on, trust me.”
I nod and glance over at my father who looks at me like he wants me dead.
What am I missing?
Ace places his hand on the small of my back and leads me out the door, shielding me with his body, as we swiftly walk out the front doors, into the car waiting for us.
