Page 626 of Hell Hath No Fury
"Yes, sir!"
The headrest cushions me slamming backward in my seat as we take off. Thank fuck.
Messages bombard my phone about Greyson, but I ignore them all. I can’t concentrate on that idiot. I fucked up. Isn’t the first time, won’t be the last. This is just the only time it hurts. I haven’t experienced guilt since childhood. I hate the sensation but can’t seem to stop feeling emotions. This is what Addie does to me.
A ping jerks me out of my musings, and I hit the link Ramos sent. The sheer size of the interior distorts the image withhundreds of people bunched together in the shot. The master he is, he zooms in on the girls. Both of them have drinks in hand, but that’s the only similarity. Chels dances with reckless abandon like flailing about is her only job. In contrast, Addies moves slowly, sensual and intense. She seems deep in her head, not paying attention to anyone else around her.
I am though. My attention zeroes in on the man sliding behind her. His body brushes hers as he mimics her moves. She seems oblivious to him but I’m not. I’m motherfucking not. No one touches what’s mine.
We scream to a stop at the entrance, and I’m barking orders as my door is yanked open. This shit ends now.
* * *
Addie
I’ve been doing my best to ignore the guy behind me. I’m only here to protect Chels since her friends are drunk or high or both. I can’t imagine living like this, but I guess they wouldn’t be able to understand living my life either.
His clammy hand curls around my waist, and he flattens his sweaty palm on my stomach, making the charm on Chelsea’s belly necklace dig into my skin. I jerk forward and shake my head. Asshole doesn’t accept my refusal and slides behind me again, grinding his dick into my back. The champagne in my stomach threatens to come up from my revulsion.
I spin around to tell him off but have to cover my eyes from the blinding brightness when the house lights suddenly come up. Groans of complaints echo through the air after the music stops too. What in the heck?
“Addie!”
Titan’s deep, guttural voice barks behind me and goosebumps cover my body despite how hot the disco is. I grab for Chelsea, ready to sprint and save us both. But she’s too far away. I twist back and discover everyone is too far away.
Titan’s somehow cleared a path straight to me. The entire dance floor watches as he stalks in my direction. Regardless of how furious he is with me, I’m even more livid at him.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
His mouth snarls as he rages at me. We’re more than eight feet apart but I can see his chest heaving under his suit. His hands ball into fists and his eyes bore into me.
Well, fuck him.
“I’m doing whatever the fuck I want. You don’t own me. You don’t get to tell me what to do. You don’t–”
“I do own you. You are mine.”
His tone is scary low, and I experience the wrath he unleashes on everyone else. And, you know what?
I don’t care.
He’s already destroyed me. There’s nothing else he can do that will feel worse. “You don’t hurt what you own.”
My voice cracks despite me trying to sound tough. I cross my arms and his gaze follows to my breasts. Any softening from my pain evaporates as if he realizes something with his eyebrows shooting up and his nostrils flaring.
He points to some of his men and then Chelsea. They grab her as gently as they can with her screaming and thrashing. Them manhandling her pisses me off but I know she’s safer at home than she is here, so I don’t interfere.
“Let’s go, baby girl.”
Titan motions to me. As if I’m doing anything he says. I do whatIwant. I drop my arms and lift my head. “Fuck you.”
His eyes squint at me. I guess no one’s ever told him that before. I smirk. Good. Until his face smooths and a slow smile lifts his cheeks. I shudder from his expression.
Evil.
Nothing but pure evil.
This man is wicked to the core like the devil he is.
