Page 43 of Wanna Play A Game?
“How, Miles?” Sawyer steps into Miles’ face, all amusement gone. “How is it different?”
“It’sher.” Miles spits. “She hasn’t done anything.”
Sawyer’s shoulders bunch, and he steps into Miles. “She damn sure fucking did! She called Ryder in! Or did you miss that tiny detail?” The vein in Sawyer’s neck throbs. “And that’s the game. I do whatever I want, and you play along. Or do you just not want to play our games anymore?”
“Stop trying to push me away! Of course I want to play, but notthis. Her. Without Ryder.”
I take a tiny step back. I called Ryder in? What the hell are they talking about?
Both men circle each other, looking like killers. This is different than when Sawyer fucked Miles. I realized that that was playful. This time, it’s deadly.
I glance at the front door.
“Don’t run, Cali,” Sawyer barks.
Miles glances at me, and Sawyer uses that tiny distraction to swing for him. He lands a brutal blow to Miles’ cheek, and the fight is on. They land heavy blows, the thudding sounds filling the room.
I don’t wait to see who wins. I dart to the office, instantly going to the window and attempting the latches. They flip open. I yank the window open, and an alarm screams.
I jump and scream. My mind screams to run, run, run.
I punch the screen out and swing a foot outside.
Chapter 19
Miles
The scream of the alarm slices through my anger, and I freeze. Sawyer stiffens, and for a second, we both pause.
Cali is running.
I rip my body away from Sawyer’s grip and run towards the front door. Oh my god, if she runs, he’ll kill her.
“Cali!” I shout, stomach dropping when she’s not there. Where the hell did she go?
There, the office door is open. I sprint to it, darting in.
The window is open. I catch a flash of movement outside. I launch myself at the window and squeeze through. Cali runs across the lawn. She’s fully naked, her skin pale in the blinding sun.
“Cali!” I yell again. “Stop!”
She doesn’t listen. I run after her, legs pumping as fast as I can. She’s not far ahead.
“Cali, please! I’m not going to hurt you.”
I’m gaining on her. She throws a look back at me, her eyes rimmed in white and full of panic. I close the distance between us and clamp my hand around her wrist.
Cali screams. It’s bloodcurdling and makes my stomach twist. I flip us as we fall and make sure my body is between her and the ground.
She fights me, screaming and clawing. I hold her until she melts into sobs. We lay in the dirt as she heaves.
“Cali, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I won’t hurt you.” I’m trying to comfort her, but my words make her stiffen.
“Like fuck, you won’t!” Her sobs are full of anger, and she hits at me as best she can. “Get the fuck away from me!”
I hold her until her blows weaken, letting her run out of energy.
Feeling her writhe, trying to get away from me, makes me hard. And I hate myself for it.
