Page 11 of Sinners Keepers
The kitchen was just to my left, so I lunged toward the countertop hoping to grab a knife from the block, but he recovered more quickly than I’d anticipated and launched himself in my path.
Wrapping his long fingers around my wrist, he jerked me into him… which was a mistake on his part, because he was bent at eye level with me due to the pain in his crotchal region, so I did what any respectable bad bitch would do in my situation; I headbutted him hard in the nose. There was a nauseating crunch and I grinned in satisfaction before bolting away from him and making a run for it toward the bathroom.
I’d hoped I could barricade myself inside, but I didn’t make it far before he tackled me to the ground. I struggled against him but it was no use. He was too big.
But I was nothing if not resilient.
“Fuck. Off. Beefcake.”
And a smart ass.
Despite my best efforts to hold my own, he had me subdued in a matter of seconds. I twisted furiously as I felt the unmistakable scratch of rope winding tightly around my wrists.
“Hold. Fucking. Still. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Yeah, okay.
“Sure,” I grunted out. “Because men generally tie women up just to have fun with them.”
He snorted and I realized a moment too late what I’d just said.
“Get absolutely fucked, you unfrosted pop tart,” I grunted, rolling my body in a way that twisted my arms to an uncomfortable angle.
He flipped me over in an instant and lifted me more easily than should have been possible, slinging me over his shoulder like a rag doll. The entire time he walked toward the kitchen table I jerked around like a maniac because fuck going down without a fight.
He yanked the first available chair from the table and shoved me down into it, eliciting anumphfrom between my lips. I immediately tried to stand, but he shoved me back down and looped a longer length of thicker rope around my middle, tying me tightly to it. My first instinct was to rock the chair over, but I thought better of it. What good would it do?
I’d definitely already overdone it and I knew my still-healing body would hate me for it later.
“Don’t. Move,” he breathed out, winded from the struggle.
Good.Fucker.
The light snicked on and when he came back into view, I choked on the breath I sucked in. “Law! You motherfucker.What the actual hell?”
I hadn’t been around him enough to fully recognize his voice—not to mention the fact that he’d never been known to talk much—but of fucking course it was him.
Evander Lawson. Alec’s other half.
I relaxed a fraction that it wasn’t one of my dad’s goons, but immediately tensed again realizing that given the current state of things, this probably wasn’t much better.
He just smirked. “I’m not about to give you the opportunity to run again.”
“What the fuck do you even want?” I asked, shifting in my restraints.
“Well. Five seconds to explain why you shouldn’t have run from Alec would be nice.” He swiped at the blood trickling from his nose. “And also for you to calm the fuck down.”
“How did you even know about this place?”
He gave me a look that said,Really?
I sucked in a steadying breath and closed my eyes, trying to gather my thoughts just as the lock beeped and the front door flung open again.
Alec strode across the expanse of the apartment, stopping just short of me. He towered over me, his toes barely an inch from my own. I wanted to kick him in his stupid shins.
So I did.
He hissed, stepping just outside my reach. “Why the fuck would you run off like that, Hunny Bee?” He sounded angry… and hurt? “I thought you trusted me.”
