Page 3 of The Retaliation You Deliver
“It’s her, isn’t it? It’s Macie.”
Luca’s brows pinch at her words.
“You came with her.” Peyton says matter-of-factly.
“Why?” Luca asks, clearly assuming that his girl is right.
“We’re not doing this here.”
“No? Then where are we doing it?”
“Not in a fucking parking lot when I can barely see straight.”
“You’re not getting out of this.”
“Take me to my car.”
“Fuck that. You’re not getting behind the wheel. You smell like a fucking brewery. Get in my car. We’ll get yours brought back.”
Thankfully, he takes a step back, getting out of my face.
“What about Macie?” Her name is like a gunshot through my heart and my eyes immediately find Peyton’s.
“What about her?” I spit. “She’s where she should be.”In hell.
Luca lets out a sigh.
“Just get in the fucking car,” he demands, ripping the back door open and all but throws me inside.
“Alright, alright. Jesus.”
I climb in, and immediately rest my head back.
I’m so fucking tired.
I almost drift off instantly until there’s a loud thud against the car and my eyes fly open.
“Great,” I mutter to myself, finding Peyton crushed up against my window as Luca damn near attacks her mouth.
All I can hope is that she helps chill him the fuck out because I already know that I’m not going to be able to cope with the long drive back to MKU with him demanding to know everything.
I need to tell him. I know I do. But not like this. Not when he’s driving and has no way to react in a manner I know he’s going to.
Closing my eyes once more, I cut off my view from what’s happening outside my window.
I should probably remind them that we’re in a police station parking lot but I don’t. Watching them both get dragged in for public indecency might be the only thing that could amuse me right at this moment.
Not long after the show they’ve put on, the driver’s door is ripped open and Luca drops into his seat.
“What? Not gonna fuck her?”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole,” he groans before Peyton joins us.
I keep my eyes closed but I feel the second she turns back to look at me, her attention makes my skin prickle with awareness.
“Just drive. I don’t need your pity.”
“What? That wasn’t—”
