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I tried not to sound desperate, even if that was how I felt. Now I finally might have something, I didn’t know what to do with it.
And I was still yet to get Nixon alone.
“You’re on your own,” he snapped. “I’ll remind you that it was you who put me in prison. I don’t want to go back over what your dad did. For very little reward.”
“I would have thought putting my father in prison was reward enough,” I told him, arching a brow. No one hated my father more than he did.
His gaze slid to mine. There was temptation in his eyes. It was something I’d always seen in them whenever he looked at me.
To get what I wanted, maybe I’d need to be the girl he’d known before. Besotted. Naive.
“I need help,” I whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“You always did look best when you were scared.”
But I couldn’t.
Oh god, he was truly vile.
“You think I’m scared of you? I’m not even with you. You won’t even help give me the simplest information?”Give me proof Dad was the drug dealer, not you.
He wanted what he shouldn’t — couldn’t — have.
“You’re not with anyone,” he ordered and grabbed my elbow, tugging me forward.
The physicality wasn’t a surprise. What caught me off guard was his voice. The demanding tone that weakened my knees when I was younger and made me nod along like the good girl he wanted me to be.
But I wasn’t her anymore.
I wasn’t agirlanymore.
I yanked free from his touch, my hands in fists.
And yet I couldn’t do it.
Because I might need him still. He was the only one who might hate my dad as much as I did.
I whipped my hair back and, with the confidence my cowgirl boots gave me, strode over to Luca and kissed him senselessly.
There wasn’t a thought in my head before it. Just anger and need.
But, really, there was a tiny part of me that wanted his protection. And, within StormSprint, there was no one I trusted more.
Maybe I should have thought it through before doing something so impulsive in front of everyone.
In front of the cameras. The hard launch of our ‘relationship’.
And hard it was.
Teeth clashing, mouths fully parted like he wanted to devour me after holding back for so long.
“Arabella, the tours,” Livie said, voice higher than usual. “The tours!”
We still didn’t pull apart. I didn’t want to.
Bella had commented, more than once, about how cute Luca was. Livie and he had a strange relationship that I couldn’t quite figure out…
And I wanted to stake my claim. Like the small bruise he’d left on my neck the other week.
