Page 10 of Papa's Bébé
“Why are you always such a dumbass? You know where I work, what I drive, and where I live. Tracking me down should be a piece of cake. Or was I meant to be flattered that you’ve been looking for me and swoon at your feet in gratitude?”
Yep.
That look on his face told her everything she needed to know. That line had likely worked for him in the past. Until the poor girl he was with discovered what a rat bastard he was.
“Got a smart mouth for someone who’s just been pulled over by a cop.”
Her stomach tightened. Why did she do this? She knew that Vince had a dark streak in him. Hell, she’d had firsthand experience.
Which was something she never wanted to experience again.
“What do you want, Vince?” she asked, instead of saying what she really wanted to say.
And that was to tell him that he could take a flying leap off the nearest bridge. And that she’d gladly be the one to give him a push.
That thought actually brought a smile to her face.
“Your father wants to see you.”
And that wiped the smile right off her face.
Damn it.
“What? Is he using his cops as messenger boys now? Or is it just you?”
Before she could move, he’d reached in and grabbed her wrist. Hard.
She let out a surprised squeal of pain as he squeezed.
“Listen to me, you bitch. You might think you’re untouchable, but you’re not. If I take care of you, then your father might actually thank me. It’s not like he actually wants you in his life. Broken and pathetic. All you are in is a pain in his ass.”
“Let me go!” she demanded, reaching for his fingers and trying to pry them off her wrist. “Let me go right now!”
His words weren’t true. He was just being a dick, like usual. For all his faults, her father would never harm her.
She was a pain in his ass. But that was only because she didn’t jump at his every command. She had a brain and she liked to use it.
Unlike Vince, who didn’t have two brain cells to rub together. How he’d ever passed the police exams, she had no idea.
Probably cheated.
“Let me go or I will tell my father that you hurt me,” she threatened. Not that she’d do that, because she doubted her father would believe her.
“Like he cares.”
Fuck. Vince was going to break her wrist. Lifting her other hand, she slammed her palm against his nose.
He let out a cry, stepping back and letting go of her. But he recovered too quickly for her to get away. He opened the car door and reached in to grab her.
Only, the idiot forgot about her seatbelt as well as the fact that there were people driving and walking past on their way home from work.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” someone yelled.
“Fuck off! This has nothing to do with you,” Vince yelled as he leaned across to undo her seatbelt.
God, she was tempted to bite him, she really was. But she already regretted hitting him.
Maybe if he’d broken her wrist, then her father would have to take her complaints about him seriously.
