Page 38 of The Retaliation You Deliver
Pride for my girl swells within me as I stare at her shocked face.
“You hit me,” I growl, taking a step toward her.
“You deserved it,” she says, standing her ground.
“You’re going to regret that, Red.”
She screams and I throw her over my shoulder and take off toward my car.
“Leon, get the fuck back he—” Luca starts but when I spin around, I find both Peyton and Letty holding him back.
Both girls stare at me, their eyes begging for me not to hurt Macie but I also see an understanding within their gazes.
With a nod at them, I take off once more while Macie squeals and wiggles over my shoulder.
“If you don’t stop that you’re going to find yourself fucked on the hood of my car for everyone to watch.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she hisses back, the alcohol giving her confidence.
I stop the second we’re in front of my car and slam her down on the hood, wrapping her legs around my waist, placing my hands on either side of her head and lowering down until my nose is almost touching hers.
“Fucking try me, Red.”
My entire body trembles with my restraint as she writhes against me.
“I hate you,” she seethes.
“Good. The feeling is fucking mutual.”
Her chest heaves as she stares up at me, her nipples hard behind the thin fabric of her dress.
“You look like a filthy slut, do you know that?”
“Fuck you, Leon. I don’t give a shit what you think of me.”
A smile curls at my lips.
“Keep talking dirty to me, baby. It’s not going to get you out of this any quicker.”
“Do your worst. I’m already as fucked up as you are. Can’t ruin what’s already broken, Dunn.”
I shake my head, a humorless laugh falling from my lips.
“You’re lying. There’s plenty of you for me to shatter.”
I pull her from the car, aware that we’ve still got an audience, and despite threatening it, there’s no fucking way I’m letting anyone watch as I fuck her, not even my brother.
“Let’s go.” Wrapping my arm around her waist, I push her toward the door.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she growls.
“No? I don’t see you fighting or anyone coming to your rescue.”
Her chin drops in realization as she looks over her shoulder at our audience.
“Traitors,” she cries and I push her into the car. “Oh no. No. No. No.” She tries to push past me, her balled fists raining down on my arms and shoulders and I throw her over the console and onto the passenger seat.
“Fight all you like, we both know who’s going to win, Red.”
