Page 90 of Resistant

I grit my teeth and silently compel him and his government to stop raining down the bombs that cause the radiation, to begin with. It’s not rocket science, but apparently, it is because no one here seems to consider stopping the bombing is a better option.

I look around for Knox, angry with myself that I want him to save me from this guy who’s edging closer to me every second.

If I don’t walk away his face is going to be tucked between my boobs, I can feel his breath whooshing over my neck.

I take another gulp of my drink and look around the room for an escape. Any kind of escape. The press of something soft and wet swipes in my cleavage and I scream.Did he just lick my breasts? I hit him over the head with my champagne glass. I feel glass cut my palm and champagne is cold and bubbly dripping down my arm.

I see a broad cut across White’s temple, blood flowing down the side of his face, and it drips on my chest. He grips my bicep painfully and I turn away trying to wriggle out of his grasp and run.

Murmurs rise behind me, and I look back at the doorway. Knox’s aftershave enters my senses, and he clutches my other arm.

“What happened ma lagniappe?”

“He licked me, right between my boobs.”

I’m pulling my left arm away trying to get out of his grasp. I feel Knox’s body at my backside and the fury rolls off him in waves. Strong fingers separate White’s fingers from my bicep and Knox pulls me away.

“It’s alright, lagniappe. I need to clean this mess and then we can leave.”

I’m staring at him, my anxiety rising rapidly for the punishment I’m about to receive for hitting one of the guests. I have no idea who that man is or what role he plays in Knox’s life.

“It’s alright, ma lagniappe. You are safe. I’m going to have you sit in the locked limo with my driver until I get this cleaned.”

He pulls me to his side and my body shakes uncontrollably against his frame.

“You are safe.” He repeats.

I nod at him and force my limbs to cooperate. He shuts the car door, and I feel a prick in my neck and blackout, my temple hitting the seatbelt painfully as I pass out.

I wake in the limo, my head snuggled in a familiar lap. Knox’s scent swirls around me and I tense, waiting for him to realize I’m awake. His fingers comb through my hair, and I tilt my head to look at him. He smiles half-heartedly.

“Ma lagniappe, you made quite the mess last night. But I can’t say that I’m not pleased with your reaction to another man touching you so intimately. He won’t be a problem anymore.”

I look out the window, it’s afternoon and the sun is fading.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Most of the day. I decided in the wake of last night’s drama it would be best if you moved to another safe house. I don’t know if White’s men will be looking to retaliate. We are going to another one of my houses in Louisiana.”

I look outside again and see marsh and a water bird flying away, and moss hangs loosely from the trees. The meager light reflects off the water like little gems peeking at us as we drive past. Suddenly, the reflections disappear as the Gray rolls over.

“Why did you drug me?”

Knox snorts.

“Because ma lagniappe, you continue to surprise me. And I can’t have you getting ideas. It occurred to me that you could have charmed White into helping you escape, all you would have needed is to charm him into your bed and he’d have whisked you out of there.

But you didn’t. You didn’t allow him to touch what belongs to me, which makes me happy. Things between us may improve. And yet, I know better than to trust you with any man. I can’t let you charm my driver and have him take you away either. I needed to clean up your mess and ensure that you would stay put. So, it was necessary for your safety and my sanity.”

“How long will we stay here?”

“You, ma lagniappe will stay here indefinitely. I’ll be traveling back and forth for a while to make sure you get settled. You’ll have your own staff to take care of you.”

I glance over at him, expecting an angry glare especially since I forced him to “clean up” at the event. I’m not sure what that means, and I don’t want to know. He smirks and looks out the window so all I see is a partial profile. The angry glare that I’m waiting for never comes.

Bastille De Le Bayou

Brynn

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