Page 32 of Sinful God

“We have nothing to talk about. I need to go. I don’t want to be late.” Raina glared at my hand on her arm.

“Too damn bad. What the hell are you up to?” I searched her face, hating the way she looked at me with such loathing.

Raina’s brows shot up. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit you don’t. Think I don’t see what you’re doing here?”

“Um, you lost me. Care to explain a little, Havoc?”

I waved a hand to indicate the kitchen. “The flirting with Knight while pretending Gage and I don’t exist. What kind of game are you playing?”

Raina rolled her eyes. “Seriously? Are you jealous? Because that’s kind of pathetic. Now let me go. I have places to be.”

Hooking my finger through her collar again, I leaned in close, my lips brushing against hers as I spoke. “I’m going to give you just one warning. Don’t try to manipulate us or play us off each other. I promise that you will be very sorry.”

A strained silence descended between us. I braced for a punch, expecting our hotheaded girl to explode.

Instead, she smiled, fake as shit. “Sure, Havoc. Whatever you say. Now can we please head to campus before I’m late?”

I released her and sat back in my chair, watching her dart for the door. Little fucking liar. Raina might just drive me all the way to insane.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

RAINA

I frowned down at my phone. My dad’s text message stared up at me from the screen. He insisted on meeting me for an early dinner after I finished with classes.

“I’m meeting my dad after class,” I said quietly to Gage. The bastard would never let me sit anywhere without him in any of the classes we shared.

Gage frowned. “Like hell you are. Where are you really going?”

I didn’t even want to talk to this asshole after what he made me do. I’d done my best to keep from acknowledging his existence since he made me kiss his disgusting foot. I showed him the phone screen and the message from my dad.

“Try to fucking stop me,” I whispered, careful not to draw the instructor’s attention. We’d already received a few glowers from Professor Harper. “I dare you.”

Gage snickered softly. “Chill out, girl. Go see your father. Don’t go anywhere else. We’ll be tracking you.”

I flipped him the bird and remained silent until class ended. Havoc had tried to force me to ride with him this morning. After he threatened me in the kitchen, I’d insisted on taking my own vehicle. The bastard had ridden my ass all the way to campus though.

I didn’t bother telling Havoc or Knight where I was going. Gage could fill them in. I replied to my dad, telling him that I’d meet him at our favorite restaurant. It was a cute little place that served pizza and pasta, both of which sounded great right now.

Despite not speaking to Gage or acknowledging him, he followed me out to the parking lot. He even checked inside, around, and underneath my SUV. Satisfied that it was safe, he sauntered away.

I threw my bag on the passenger seat and locked the doors. I wasn’t taking any chances. During the drive to the restaurant, I watched my mirrors like a hawk. The stalker most likely knew what I was driving. Although if he followed me right to my father, he would be the sorry one.

Once I parked outside the restaurant, I arranged the scarf I wore, making sure it hid the bruises on my neck. I’d been hiding them for class. The last thing I needed was someone deciding I was a battered girlfriend and sticking their nose into my business.

Much as I hated it, I had to admit to myself that I’d enjoyed every minute of the rough sex with Gage. I’d never say a word of it to him though. No amount of torture on this planet would make me fess up. However, I’d hated every second of his behavior last night.

When I felt confident that my bruises and the damn collar were well hidden, I got out of the SUV and went inside. A careful survey of the vicinity revealed nothing of concern. Too bad. I’d almost hoped the stalker would follow me this time.

My dad was already inside when I entered. He raised his hand, waving me over to the back corner table where he sat with a glass of wine in front of him. He rose to pull me into a hug.

“Hey, peanut. How are you doing? How was class?” He gave me a tight squeeze before kissing my cheek and sitting back down.

I pulled out the chair across from him, picking up one of the menus on the table. “Pretty good. The usual. You know, it’s class. How are you? Are you doing okay?”

We’d been in touch regularly in the days since Nikki died. Every night as I was about to fall asleep, a pang of guilt struck me. Not for killing Nikki. That bitch got what she deserved. I felt bad for my dad. He’d deserved so much better.

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