Page 51 of Recklessly You
Good—she wants him out. Rage burns through my veins when I hear it… kissing and a moan from him. I step into the doorway since it’s open slightly. I see his lips forced on Sophie and her pushing him away. A storm brews within me to protect her from the asshole who hurt her. I burst into the room, rage boiling in my veins. I grab the idiot by his collar and drag him away from her. He lands hard on the floor with a harsh thud.
“Liam,” she says, bewildered, wiping her mouth, then rubbing the palm of her hands on her tight leggings.
Eric, the lame idiot, stands up looks at me with his sandy blond curly hair. “Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck are you doing here, Officer?” Eric leans onto the kitchen island.
“Eric, leave now!” Sophie shouts, yanking him by the arm and escorting him out the door.
He shoves her off, walking toward me.
“She said to leave,” I snarl, and shaking my head. “After you treated her like shit, you have some nerve showing up here.”
“This is why you’ve been ignoring my calls, Soph. You’ve been fucking this cop; a damn pig.”
My hostile glare swings toward the dumb fuck. Sophie rounds herself from the island at flash speed toward me.
“Liam…um, he was just leaving. I didn’t know he was in town.” Her voice is soft and pleading—pleading for what? I don’t fucking know. She didn’t do anything wrong.
“Get your stuff, Sophie, we’re leaving. You’re not staying here with this asshole around.”
“Wha’d you say, Hollywood?”
God, what a fucking idiot. This is San Diego, not Hollywood. I get in Eric’s face and shove him up against the wall.
“Get the fuck out of my face! You lay a hand on her, I’ll fuck you up!”
Eric cries. Just what I thought. He’s a pussy. Sophie’s small hands come around my waist, pushing me off him. Shoving her hands away, I storm out, slamming the door behind me.
“I’ll be outside, Sophie,” I shout. I need to get away from the asshole before I end up kicking his ass. I’ll always protect her.
A deep-seated hatred surges up inside me. Not for her but for how I feel, my stomach churning with knots and the chains around my dark heart rattling. An unknown feeling tugs at my chest. I hate the power she has over me.
“Liam, wait,” Sophie shouts as I jump into my Camaro, slamming the door. She bangs on the window. “Roll down the window,” she bellows, banging on the window as drizzle of rain slides down.
Fuck.I curse under my breath. Rolling down the window, I look at her beautiful face.
“Where in the fuck are your clothes, Sophie?”
Her eyebrows furrow. “Why in the hell are you talking to me like this? And what happened to baby, Grenade, or bella?” She places her hands on her hips. Her beautiful blue eyes dim in the dark, cloudy sky.
If I weren’t so pissed off, I would laugh at how much she loves the names I’ve given her. The day the words mi bella slipped from my lips—the exact words my father called my mother, his beautiful—I didn’t regret it. It felt right. And she’s the grenade who came blasting into my life without warning.
“Because I’m pissed his lips were on yours. I know it’s not your fault, Sophie. It’s starting to rain. Go get your stuff.”
I start the engine and rev it.
She leans into the window. “Liam, I blocked him when we started up. I haven’t spoken to him since the day I walked in on him in Manhattan. It’s been months. He just showed up. He kissed me, it was a split second before my brain reacted. I feel nothing for him, Liam.Nothing.”
I run my hands through my hair. “I know—I heard what you told him before I walked in. Seeing him here…him forcing himself on you—it has me seeing red. I don’t like another man’s hands on you. I don’t like how he treated you, forced himself on you.” Opening my door, I walk to the trunk of my car and pull out a hoodie. “Here, it’s raining. You’re getting wet.” I hand her a SDPD hoodie.
“Why, Liam?” She yanks the hoodie out of my hands.
“Why what?”
“Why do you care if he kissed me, or if another man touches me? When you clearly just want to fuck me to relieve the tension. Isn’t that what you said? You don’t do commitment. So why do you care, huh?” she shouts, shoving her finger into my chest.
I grab her finger and nip at the pad of it. Sophie takes steps back every time I take a step toward her. We keep going until I have her pinned to the car.
Leaning into her, my body pressed on hers, I say, “I don’t fucking know why I care, Sophie. You’re right—I don’t do commitment. It pisses me off that you affect me and that I want to protect you. It pisses me off that I want to be near you every damn second of the day. It pisses me off how obsessed I am. What pisses me off the most is how I don’t want to feel any of it.” My mouth skims along her neck. I lick and suck so hard, it makes a popping sound. My protectiveness for her has me rock-hard.
