Smart man.
“Leon, what the fuck?” Letty screeches when she finally joins the party in the front yard.
Ignoring all of them, I walk up to Macie who’s still trying to help a reluctant Nathan.
“Let’s go,” I demand, reaching for her hand.
Her entire body tenses at my words and she jumps back, out of reach.
“Are you fucking insane?” she screams, her face hard with anger.
It’s fucking hot.
“You don’t get to turn up here, throw your weight around then demand I leave with you. I’m nothing to you, you’ve made that very clear, Leon.”
“I’m not leaving here without you,” I blurt out, my words shocking myself as well as her if her wide eyes are anything to go by.
“Then I guess you’re not leaving.”
I sense the others step up behind me, but if I think they’re there to back me up, I’ve got another thing coming because they all sidestep me and stand with Macie.
Shaking my head, I stare the people closest to me, those I fucking love, going up against me in favor of her.
The girl who allowed me to endure the pain and torture that turned me into this monster.
“So that’s it is it? You all finally get the truth and you turn your backs on me. Thanks for the support, assholes.”
Marching forward, I move around Luca ready to leave but his hand grips my upper arm.
“We’re not against you, brother. We’re just with her too.”
“You don’t even know her,” I spit. “She’s a traitorous bitch who doesn’t deserve your loyalty.” I say it loud enough so that she has no way of not hearing every venomous word as it passes my lips.
Luca releases me and I storm forward toward my car. The offer of getting fucked up with Colt long forgotten.
“Leon, wait,” Macie cries and my body stops of its own accord.
My heart pounds as she walks around me. She stands before me with her shoulders squared ready to fight and a fierce determination on her face.
I’m so lost in her angry blue depths that I don’t see her hand coming until pain explodes across my face and down my neck.
Pride for my girl swells within me as I stare at her shocked face.
“You hit me,” I growl, taking a step toward her.
“You deserved it,” she says, standing her ground.
“You’re going to regret that, Red.”
She screams and I throw her over my shoulder and take off toward my car.
“Leon, get the fuck back he—” Luca starts but when I spin around, I find both Peyton and Letty holding him back.
Both girls stare at me, their eyes begging for me not to hurt Macie but I also see an understanding within their gazes.
With a nod at them, I take off once more while Macie squeals and wiggles over my shoulder.
“If you don’t stop that you’re going to find yourself fucked on the hood of my car for everyone to watch.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she hisses back, the alcohol giving her confidence.
I stop the second we’re in front of my car and slam her down on the hood, wrapping her legs around my waist, placing my hands on either side of her head and lowering down until my nose is almost touching hers.
“Fucking try me, Red.”
My entire body trembles with my restraint as she writhes against me.
“I hate you,” she seethes.
“Good. The feeling is fucking mutual.”
Her chest heaves as she stares up at me, her nipples hard behind the thin fabric of her dress.
“You look like a filthy slut, do you know that?”
“Fuck you, Leon. I don’t give a shit what you think of me.”
A smile curls at my lips.
“Keep talking dirty to me, baby. It’s not going to get you out of this any quicker.”
“Do your worst. I’m already as fucked up as you are. Can’t ruin what’s already broken, Dunn.”
I shake my head, a humorless laugh falling from my lips.
“You’re lying. There’s plenty of you for me to shatter.”
I pull her from the car, aware that we’ve still got an audience, and despite threatening it, there’s no fucking way I’m letting anyone watch as I fuck her, not even my brother.
“Let’s go.” Wrapping my arm around her waist, I push her toward the door.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she growls.
“No? I don’t see you fighting or anyone coming to your rescue.”
Her chin drops in realization as she looks over her shoulder at our audience.
“Traitors,” she cries and I push her into the car. “Oh no. No. No. No.” She tries to push past me, her balled fists raining down on my arms and shoulders and I throw her over the console and onto the passenger seat.
“Fight all you like, we both know who’s going to win, Red.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses, going for the door but quickly finding it locked. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“I don’t think you’re really in a position to make demands, baby.”
I start the car and then turn to look at her, a wicked smile curling at my lips.
Her hair is a wild mess of curls around her face, her cheeks are red, both from hanging upside down I’m sure.
Her dress is all twisted ensuring she’s showing off even more cleavage than she was when she first stumbled out of the house, and her dress is so high up on her hips I can see her black panties covering her pussy.
“What?” she barks, her nails digging into the sides of the seat, her chest still heaving. If she’s trying to pretend I don’t affect her then she’s doing a really shit job.
“You’ve got no idea, do you?” My brows pull together as I stare at her, unable to believe she doesn’t know how fucking hot she looks right now.
She’s like my kryptonite.
I know I shouldn’t touch her but fuck if I can help myself.
“Just drive and get this over with so I can go home.”
“Careful, Red. Anyone would think you don’t want to spend the night with me.”
“I don’t,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and staring out of the windshield as if I’m not even here.
A chuckle falls from my lips.
“Pretend all you like, baby. I can read you like a book.”
“Oh yeah. So you know how I’m planning on killing you?” She shoots me a wicked look that only makes my cock harder.
“No. But I do know that you’re wet as fuck for me right now.”
She scoffs.
“You’re delusional, Leon.”
“Been called worse, Red.”
I floor the gas, my wheels spinning as we speed away from the house.
Luca, Peyton, Kane and Letty are still standing in the front yard staring at us but I barely look at them. I don’t care about their opinions. They’ve made enough bad decisions in the past few months that none of them can criticize me right now.
“Where are we going?” Macie demands when I fly past the turnoff toward her dorm building.
My teeth grind as her soft, slightly slurred voice flows through me.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“How is that any of your business?”
“Because you don’t drink, or party, yet here you are.”