Slowly, I take a step toward the back of the car, trying not to rattle her into making a serious run for it, but my rage is bubbling to the surface. “What do you mean, not by someone like me?”
“You know what I mean. An errand boy.”
“Errand…” Shaking my head in disbelief, “Boy!” Growling out each word, knowing she thinks she’s better than me.
“I am no one’s errand… boy.”
“Really? Could’ve fooled me.”
She takes a step backwards as I take more towards her.
Trying to simmer my rage and tone, I tell her, “Chloe, don’t do this. Make it easy on the both of us, would ya? I’m not bringing you to Brittany. She never has to know. I’ll just bring you home, then leave.”
“I’m not going home, Gunner. I’m going back inside to my friends.”
“The night is over, Chloe. You’re going to quit this shit and get into my car. Then we will both be rid of each other.”
She takes more steps back, making it to the hood of my car. Stopping, she looks back and forth from me to the car.
“This car? This is yours?”
“Yep, she’s my Betty.”
Chloe bends forward laughing. “Of course, you would name your car. You’re that kind of guy.”
I step closer, and ask, “What kind of guy would that be?”
“The kind that compensates the size of his dick with a flashy car.”
Growling more, I rush my steps, setting her pace as she rounds the car making it almost to the back.
“Get the fuck in!”
Readying myself to run to catch her, she throws me off by holding a hand up towards me, warning me not to make another move. That’s not what stops me though, it’s her other hand. She dips into the top of her dress and starts digging between her breasts.
“What are you doing?”
She sends me a wicked smile and pulls out a single key, holding it up for me to see with a devious expression on her face.
“CHLOE!”
She takes off running with me chasing her around the car as she keys my beautiful paint.
“Fuck, man! Chloe, you better stop... NO! No, not the hood!”
Chloe pauses briefly, showing me, she’s indeed going to scratch the hell out of my hood and that’s when I grab her. Swinging her around before she has a chance to beg, I go to town spanking her ass. She hollers, cursing my name, but I don’t stop. She’s fucking lucky this is all I’m doing. This is her getting off lightly, and it is only because she’s a girl. I would murder a man for even thinking about touching Betty.
Not feeling satisfied but remembering who the hell she is, I stop. Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I struggle to walk around Betty with a still fighting Chloe, barely managing to get her to the passenger door. She’s giving it all she has, making it hard for me to open the damn door. Again, I manage, right as she stomps my foot with her heel. “Dammit!”
“I am not going anywhere with you!”
“Chloe, I’m about to lose my shit! Get in the fucking car!”
She uses her hands and upper body strength to push against the car with me trying to push her inside.
“You’re hurting me!” she yells.
“You hurt my Betty!”
“Stop it!”
Fuck it! She’s right. There is no way I am going to get her into the car without hurting her, and then Vin will hurt me in return. That’s if I survive the red ass cheeks she now has. So, like her, I change my tactics. With my arm wrapped tightly around her middle, I pull her off the ground and carry her to the trunk of my car. Having to adjust her to my hip, I unlock the trunk and throw her in.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare!” She looks up at me, clearly wanting to scratch my eyes out.
“Oh, I fucking dare,” I tell her out of breath, and slam the trunk shut.
Staring down at it, like I’m waiting for her to somehow escape, I finally finish adjusting my underwear and go to the driver door then I realize… shit.
Making my way back to the trunk, I bang on it, louder than her punches and kicks from inside it.
“Where do you live?”
“Fuck you!”
Hmmm. “Where’s your purse?”
“With my friends, asshole!”
She’s ballsy, I’ll give her that. It actually brings a tiny smile to my face. Tiny, until I lean over, groaning, looking at my paint job.
Screw her and her purse. I know someone who is going to pay for this. I might not be able to finish taking it out on her precious little ass, but someone is going to hear me out and make good on this.
Getting in my car, I head straight to the Stern mansion.
4
Gunner
Pulling up to the gates at the mansion, I’m stopped by the guards. “What’s your purpose here at this time of the night?”
“Tell Vin Stern, I have something for him.”
Right then, they all hear Chloe kicking and screaming from inside of my trunk. I interrupt their deliberation with, “I’m Gunner…”
“We know who you are.”
“Then open the fucking gates and call Vin. Trust me, he’s going to want this tonight.” I look back through my rearview mirror as Chloe bangs again, and I swear if she… “Tell him if I have to wait until morning, there might not be anything left for him to collect.”
One of the guards runs back to his post and makes the call. The gates are immediately opened, and I drive through. I barely put my car in park when I take off toward the door, banging, not giving a shit who hears me. The faster I can get rid of her, the better.
Jeffery answers the door in his robe, tying it around his waist. “Sir, is the knocking really necessary? You will wake the whole house.”
“Yes, it is. Where is Vin?”
“He’s coming, Sir.”
“Fine, I will wait outside.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He closes the door on me, and I storm back to my car, hitting the trunk. “You better not have done any more damage.”
“Fuck you!” she retaliates.
Yeah, yeah.
Leaning up against Betty, I run my fingers over the scratches, feeling it deep in my soul. “My poor baby. I’m going to make you as good as new.”
“Are you talking to your car?” Chloe yells from the trunk.
“Shut up, if you know what’s good for you.”
Turning, facing the car I run my fingernail in between one of the scratches to see how deep it goes. Jesus Christ!
“You are so lucky you’re Brittany’s sister,” I holler at her, then hear from behind me,
“Gunner?”
I turn, seeing Vin making his way to me.
“What the hell, man? Why are you here? Do you know what time it is?”
He’s going on and on, and then he hears it. His face goes stone cold as his eyes drift to my trunk.
My brows lift and my eyes go wide knowing more questions are about to come flying out of his mouth but instead of waiting for them, I move to the trunk with him close behind me, and open it.
“You no good bastard! You son of a…” Chloe screams.
Vin cuts her off by quickly slamming the trunk shut again. “What the hell is that?”