He yanked me back to him by my backpack so hard that my body turned and smacked into his hard chest. The impact against his firm body knocked the wind out of me, making me cough a few times.
“What the fuck did I tell you, Megan? Do you want me to kill more people than I have to?”
His angry gaze rained down on my wide eyes staring up at him. I shook my head no as my body fought to send air into my starving lungs.
Because of the late hour, there was no one in the lobby that could help me, and it would be as deserted outside. I knew from the many sleepless nights I’d endured that the two security guards that were supposed to be on duty showed up at the start of their shift and didn’t show back up until the last hour of their shift the following morning.
“Scream, and I’ll give you something to really scream for,” he said as his wild eyes bore into mine.
Aaron chaperoned me to the passenger’s side of his truck and assisted by shoving me into the front seat once I’d climbed far enough into the cab. I straightened myself out after landing on my elbow. As I tossed my backpack into the back seat, I scanned the interior of the truck for a weapon as Aaron made his way around the front of the truck.
He hadn’t lost that rigid posture from the lobby and his face remained pinched in anger. Did he expect me not to try to fight for my own life? The next chance I got, I was planning to run again. Without an ID or money, I’d have a hard time making myself disappear. That was if I was lucky enough to get away.