Page 22 of A Hurt So Good

“You hear that shit?” War asks. I nod.

“Yeah. Didn’t see anything, though. I think we’re good,” I tell them as I walk over to my Mustang. If there was anything I loved in this world aside from my family, it was this car.

“Where you going?”

“I have to drop someone off. I’ll be right back.” They nod as I climb in and rev up the engine. Then, I pull out of the driveway and head back over to PJ’s house. He walks the girl down the steps and pulls my car door open, ushering her inside.

“I’m not going anywhere with him,” she snaps, nodding toward me.

“Calm down. I’m taking you home.”

“There is no way in fuck I’m telling you where I live!” She stands her ground, crossing her arms over her chest. It’s cute but annoying.

“Then I’ll drop you off right outside of this area.” She huffs out a breath and climbs in the front seat, buckling herself in. PJ salutes me and shuts the car door before I take off, speeding down the road.

I take the curves and corners fast as she grips the seat with her hands.

“What the fuck is this? Nascar?” she snaps.

“You don’t like my driving?”

“Are we running from the cops?” she asks.

“No.”

“Then what the hell are you in such a hurry for?” I like her. I do. I slow down just for her and watch as her white knuckles ease up on the seat. She watches out the window, not saying anything as we continue to drive.

“Where do you want me to drop you off?”

“Anywhere is fine.”

“You sure you don’t want me to take you home? Since you need a gun, I assume you’re not safe,” I tell her, stifling a laugh. She cuts her eyes at me, and fuck, is it hot as hell.

“I could always knee you in the mouth again,” she sneers.

“Did you like tasting my blood on your tongue?” I aggravate her.

“Speaking of, I probably need to be tested for hepatitis or some shit,” she grumbles under her breath. I laugh this time and shake my head.

“You’re good. I get tested all the time for the gym.” That seems to shut her up.

“Right here’s fine,” she says, nodding toward the corner. I glance around, not sure if I want to drop her off here. If she were my sister, I would be pissed that someone left her on the side of the road. I couldn’t see myself not killing the person who ever tried to do that to Sasha. Fuck.

“I’ll drive you home,” I tell her.

“Stop the fucking car, or I’ll jump.”

“You’d do it too, wouldn’t you?” I ask her as I slow down.

“Yeah, I would. I’d rather jump from a moving car than have some psycho know where I live.” Fair enough. I pull over to the curb, and she opens the door, ready to climb out, but right before she does, she turns back to me.

“Hey. Thanks for not killing me,” she smiles.

Chapter 11

Warren

When I got off work, I decided to see my dad after I slept for a while. It’s been a little over a week since the dinner, and I haven’t really talked to him much.

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