Fiddle
Shane’s heated breath fanned my cheek. My soft curves melded against his chiseled one and I forgot how to breathe. My mourning heart skipped a beat—his words shoved life into my dying soul. I’ve spent the last 24 hours yearning for him and wishing for nothing more than his love and affection. Even with everything that has happened in the last day, hope blossomed in my chest. I should have known better, but I was a glutton for punishment. Shane had a tendency to throw me a bone, only to yank it away before I could sink my teeth into it. I was stupid, but as I fought the tears from escaping, I knew it was hopeless. I was hopeless.
Hopelessly devoted to a man who plays me like a fucking fiddle.
Even as my heart begged I bow down to him. The glare in his gaze and the possessiveness in his words, the wounds he’d inflicted ran deep. Too fucking deep. He’d just killed one of my good friends and was unapologetic about it. He had been ruthless. As weak as I was to him, I couldn’t forgive him for what he’d done. Shane took and took and I knew he’d keep doing it until I had nothing left.
What if Donny were Gabe?
What if he suspects me and Gabe?
He wouldn’t hesitate to kill him.
And I’d be powerless to stop him.
What if he’d taken my best fucking friend from me?
No, I needed to stop being stupid.
He’d gone too far.
He was making this difficult.
It was all his fault.
He’d left me no choice.
“Tell yourself that all you want, Shane. But I live in the present. I live in reality. And you? You’re out of touch with it. You may be my mate, but you aren’t free of judgment. You’ve fucked up. You’ve fucked up so bad and I’ll never fucking forgive you,” I spat.
Shane’s eyes widened. My words caught him off guard. Good. They should. Maybe they’d knock some sense into him. Maybe he’d see the error of his ways. I scoffed at that as I waited for his anger, but when he lifted his head and laughed, I was at a loss for words. His grip on my neck tightened and he lowered his head. His nose touched mine as his gaze locked on mine.
“I think you’re misunderstanding something. I don’t need your love. I don’t need your approval and I sure as fucking hell don’t need your forgiveness. You can hate me, you can curse and yell, but that won’t change anything. You’re mine, Adea. And no one else touches what belongs to me. Remember that the next time you think about going on another date. Fuck, think about that the next time you even look at someone. I’ll kill anyone and everyone who so much as touches you.”
Moving back, I lifted my hands and shoved against his chest. He didn’t even blink. Balling my hands into fists, I punched everywhere I could reach. Damn him. I wanted this to hurt. I wanted to hurt him as much as he’d hurt me since the moment he walked into my life.
“Enough!” he snarled.
“Leave me the fuck alone!” I yelled.
Shane ignored me. Grabbing my wrist, he turned and headed away from the beach.
“Odis, get ready. We’re leaving,” he hissed.
“Like hell we are!”
I yanked and pulled. I did whatever I could to break free, but nothing. It was pointless. Instead of getting away, I flew forward as he dragged me behind him. People had rushed off the beach as Donny died. There wasn’t anyone but Odis left. I’m glad they were able to think clearly and got out while they could. Shane wasn’t the type to throw threats around lightly. His car was in sight and I wasn’t going to let him take me. I know I was supposed to end up at his house later, but I didn’t want him to take me there. I didn’t want to go there because of him. I was out of options. So I did the only thing I could. I dropped to my ass and sat on the sand. When he felt the weight, he stopped and turned around. He tilted his chin downward, his eyebrow arched as he stared down at me.
That’s right.
I’m sitting on the ground and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Take that you alpha-hole.
“I am not going home with you, but I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to release me, turn around, get in your car, and leave me the fuck alone.”
Goddess, it felt good to order him around.
When he released my wrist, I sighed. Relief washed over me. I’d gotten through to him. Shane reached down, grabbed my arm and thigh, and lifted me into the air. No fucking way! I let out a yelp as he threw me over his shoulder.
How in the world did this always seem to happen?
I knew it was useless now, but I kicked and punched him as he cut across the beach in a few powerful strides. Opening my mouth, I took a deep breath, ready to scream when someone dashed in front of him. My scream died in my throat as Shane came to a stop.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Shane growled.
“You’re going to let her go. Now,” Chance demanded. I swallowed as Shane put me down and shoved me behind him. I peeked around his arm and looked at the man I’d seen only a few hours before. Shane already knew about Chance, but after what he’d done to Donny, I worried for Chance. He wore the same outfit he had on earlier. And I wondered how he knew I was here.
Did he follow me here?
Had he always been around?
Did he see what happened to Donny?
Chance’s eyes darted to mine before trailing down to the parts of me he could see. He was checking for injuries. My heart warmed, but I feared for him.
Shane would never hurt me.
Not like that anyway.
Not me defending him. Smh.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Shane scoffed.
“I’m going to kill you,” Chance said nonchalantly.
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