Page 7 of Dare You to Catch Me
FUCK!The word roars out of my mouth, echoing through the halls as I make my way to the garage.
What the fuck have they done. Charles doesn't know his daughter at all if he thinks he is going to just nonchalantly tell her what to do; she's too much of a spitfire for that.
I've only been back one day and know her better than that. This is going to be a fight, but I do agree it needs to happen. It has to happen, I won't stand another man's hands on her. The possessiveness that engulfs me strangles me to my core. Feeling the protectiveness to stand up to Charles for her, what father hits his own daughter. That piece of shit, that's who.
I get to my car, opening my door, I slide in, trying one more time to call Emma and she doesn't answer again.
Knowing her, she's going home to get her car and head to the mountains. So that's where I take my ass, to her house, hoping to beat her before she leaves.
I speed down the city streets, chasing her yet again. All those feelings I have been feeling since I laid my eyes on her yesterday have intensified to a controlling desire, a deep hunger, knowing she will be mine, if I can talk herinto this.
In a way this is all fuck up, I feel myself catching feelings for someone I barely know, someone who has made it clear, she enjoys her independence and I'll give that to her, I'll give her everything, if she agrees to this so I don't have to slaughter a mother fucker for trying to take my company, or even worse, hurt her.
Pressing my foot to the clutch, shifting, opening up my car as she screams down the open road in front of me. Before I finally pull into her driveway, I see her coming down the road in that Demon she drives, I whip my car in front of her, blocking her path and she slams on the brakes.
She gets out of her car and storms towards me with a look that could kill. She's cute when she's mad. I step out of my car.
“Get the fuck out of my way, Ace!”
“No, You shouldn't be driving like that.”
“Fuck you Ace, get out of my way.” She spins around walking back towards her car then she spins back around and glares at me. “This... This was all your idea!”
Knew that was coming, she has every right to think it is, I was coming on to her. “As much as I would like to take credit for this one, I can't, this was our father's idea.”
“I'm not in the mood for your smart ass comments, Ace, please get out of my way.”
“I'm not moving.”
“Then get in the car, either way, I'm going for a drive and you're not stopping me!”
“I'll make you a deal.” I suggest. “You, go get a fancy dress on, then you can take us as far away from the city as your little heart desires for dinner.” She searches my eyes before she takes in a deep breath. “Fine, I'll be ready in an hour.”
“Do I have your word you won't leave without me?” She cocks a brow as her delicious lips curve into a playful smile. “You have onehour and then I'm leaving.” She drops into her car, throwing it into reverse as she speeds backwards, before whipping her car around, driving away from me, pulling to a back driveway.
Oh, so Daddy doesn't know about her racing.
Not trusting her, I wait, calling Caz to come get my car.
EMMA
How he got me to change my mind is beyond me. But I guess I owe him for standing up towards my father for me. That fucking asshole, it's not the first time I have felt that hand across my cheek and I'm sure it's not the last.
Going through my dresses, my mind races with the thought of marrying Ace. A part of me always thought this day would come, my father would force a marriage on me, but I had hoped that he wouldn't, he would give me that one choice.
Finding the dress and loving how it hugs my curves, I fluff my hair, fix my make up and head back out the door to meet Ace.
I'm so angry inside, maybe a little hurt, okay, probably more hurt, but I'm furious. Why as soon as Ace gets home does this idea comeinto play? Ace came onto me last night; did he scheme this up last night? All questions that rattle my brain, walking into the garage.
“You look beautiful.” Ace's deep force echoes in the garage as he emerges from the shadows.
“Thank you.” When he finally comes into the light, a giggle slips from my lips. “Didn't trust me, uh?”
His lips go into a straight line. “You haven't earned my trust yet, Baby Girl.”
“Nor have you.” I open the door to my car and slide in, Ace gets in the passenger seat, and I'm off, without a word.
We cruise down the road, leaving a red blur in my path.
