Page 102 of Tied to You
My eyes widen. Usually so quick to shut me down, he obviously feels bad for walking away when I told him my about my dream. He’s entertaining me. On this occasion, I don’t care. He needs to know Matthew, albeit a world away from the guys at the club, has a reach that they simply do not. “He’s dangerous.”
Travis throws his head back, howling with laughter. One hand comes to his chest as if he can’t breathe. He coughs, composing himself before looking at me. “I’mdangerous.Yourright hook is dangerous. Fuck, Rummy is dangerous. That posh cunt isn’t dangerous, Mollie.”
My face turns down.
“Come on. You can’t be fucking serious?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” I cross my arms petulantly.
He smiles but mildly shakes his head side to side. “No. You look like you’ve got a fucking rod shoved up your arse.”
I hit him with my right hook, straight on his bicep.
“Ouch! See! Dangerous.” He rubs the area like I actually hurt him. Bastard arms are so fucking huge, I have to give it all I’ve got.
My cheeks puff out. “I mean it, Travis.” I push up from the sofa, but I’m quickly stopped from walking away. I look down at my wrist now in his grasp.
He trails a thumb over the thin layer of skin. “Tell me what I need to know, baby.”
I try to yank my arm free, but it’s pointless. I’m not walking away now. “Don’t try to pacify me. Pick another buyer. Anyone, just not him. Please.”
He checks my expression. “I wish I could, but that’s not up to me, baby.” His voice is flat. Knowing.
My body sags. I’m guessing he saw him today already. Whatever they spoke about or tried to negotiate, I bet Matthew was hard work.
“You’re sure about this?”
I nod.
“Why?” he asks, gently placing the paper and pen down and pulling me to straddle him.
I slip my legs either side of his waist, dragging the sleeves of my jumper over my hands. He isn’t going to like this. But he has to know. “Before seeing him at the wedding, the last time I saw Matthew was at a party before we graduated. He’d bought loads of cocaine as standard and was handing it out to everyone. And I meaneveryone.There were kids there—well not kids, just, people younger than me who clearly couldn’t handle what they were taking. It was obvious; he was showing off. Like usual.”
Travis cups my bum with his hands, his thumbs running over the material of my pyjama bottoms. “What happened?”
“What always happened. He took things too far and one of the people he’d been feeding the coke to all night overdosed.” His eyes darken. “Rather than call an ambulance for him, he made sure all the coke was gone first.”
“He flush it?”
I shake my head. “No. Snorted most of it.”
Travis’ eyebrows hit his head.
“But not before he tried things on with me.”
His hands on me tighten as I knew they would. “What?” I can see his anger smoking away inside him. “Did he hurt you?”
“No,” I reassure him quickly. “But he did threaten me.”
Eyes crazed, lips slightly parted, I fear Travis will explode if I don’t move past my declaration that Matthew was a sleaze and refused to listen when I said no.
I swiftly lift my hands and cup his cheeks, my back straightening, my hips rolling into him. I wait until he focuses on me. “I wouldn’t have let him get away with that.”
We remain still, eyes dancing. Eventually, Travis comes back to me, his rage simmering. “How did he threaten you?”
I chew the inside of my cheek. “He couldn’t have me, so he set out to ruin me. He shoved the coke in my face and threatened to tell the police.”
His anger starts festering again. “That’s not just a fucking threat, Mollie,” he seethes rubbing a hand down his face. “Then what?”
