Page 102 of Russian Roulette
“Okay then, let me clear the way,” the man says with a loud laugh. “Move aside, ladies. Let this gentleman go through! He’s taking his fiancée home, and he’s in a hurry. And we can guess what that means!”
“I’m not his bride! Or his fiancée!” I yell, still pounding helplessly at Kit’s back. “Help! Someone help me! I’m being kidnapped!”
The crowd clears for us and the women clap wildly when Kit strides through with me on his shoulder. The more I scream and kick, the more he slaps my ass to the delight of the women we’re passing by. I can tell by their envious faces; they would give anything to be in my shoes.
Speaking of shoes, what the hell happened to mine? When Kit picked me up, one of my shoes slipped off.Dammit!One minute I have Natasha right in my hand. The next I’m hanging upside down, with one foot bare and my ass being spanked for entertainment.
I seriously need to take better control of my life because this is getting out of hand.
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KIT
Idon’t stop or slow when we reach the entrance. Instead, I stride straight out into the parking lot, carrying Jade over my shoulder like a ragdoll.
“Put me down!” she demands louder.
“I will when we reach my car and not a minute sooner,” I tell her.
“The blood is rushing to my head,” she complains. “I might pass out.”
“Good!” I reply, tightening my grip on her. “I sincerely hope you do. Then I can get some peace for a change.”
We reach my black SUV, and I hit the fob to unlock the door. After unloading her into the front seat, I slam the door shut before going around to the other side.
“What about my car?” she asks when I climb into the driver’s seat.
“We’re leaving it here for tonight,” I tell her. “I’ll send someone tomorrow to pick it up.” I start the car and turn around to back out of the parking spot. I’m too furious to even glance at her. She broke my trust and ran at the first opportunity. Exactly what she promised she wouldn’t do.
“Did you follow me here?” I ask. “Are you stalking me now?”
“No.”
“How did you find me, then?”
“The air tag in your glovebox,” I reply.
“You put a tracker in my car?” she yelps. “What the fuck! I thought you said I wasn’t a prisoner anymore.”
“And you said we could trust you not to do anything stupid, and yet here you are. Doing something extremely foolish.”
“I needed a break,” she says. “I’ve been cooped up for too long. I saw Platinum advertised online and thought it might be fun to go out for a change of scenery.”
“Stop lying to me,” I say. “It’s beneath you and I don’t deserve it. In fact, I’d better not hear another word out of your mouth until we get home. I’m angry with you right now.”
“Fine,” she says, crossing her arms and leaning back in the seat. “I’m not super happy with you right now, either. What gives you the right to carry me out of a club like I’m your property? I don’t belong to any man.”
“That wasn’t why I took you out of there,” I tell her through gritted teeth. I’m on the verge of losing my temper with her. “I’m trying to keep you safe and alive. You should be grateful instead of mad.”
“Forgive me for not enjoying being manhandled like a piece of meat,” she snaps sarcastically. “I’m closing my eyes. Wake me up when we arrive. I need to take a shower and go straight to bed.”
“Fine,” I say, not trusting myself to keep our conversation civil. I’m furious at Jade for putting herself in danger to the point I can barely look at her without being filled with rage. We trusted her and the first chance she gets, she runs off to search for Natasha. It’s clear what she’s up to. Why else would she be at a strip club? Then for her to lie to me about needing a night out to go clubbing. How stupid does she think I am?
I’ve always thought of myself as a calm, even-tempered guy, but I’m close to losing my shit with her. Once I lose my temper, I’m not sure what I might be capable of since it happens so rarely.
Thankfully, she quickly falls asleep on the ride back to my place. After I drive my car into the garage and hit the button to shut the door behind us, I turn to study her. Her head is leaning against the car window and she’s asleep or pretending to be.
“Wake up,” I say. “We’re home.”
