Arrogant Heir (The Heirs #2) - Michelle Heard Page 0,41

the line, and my entire body freezes.

“Mila. I know I’m not supposed to contact you, but I just want to say how sorry I am. Fuck, I have no idea what got into me.” Justin’s breaths are harsh and panicked.

Then his breath is hot on my ear. ‘You’ve fucked with me for long enough, Mila. It’s time to back up all that flirting with some action.’

My breaths start to rush over my lips as my mouth dries up.

“What I did to you… I… fuck… I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking disgusted with myself. I’m out on bail, but my dad says there will be a court case. I’ll take whatever sentence they give me. Fuck, I deserve the worst.”

Justin throws me to the cold ground, and I quickly push to my hands and knees, but then he’s on top of me, shoving me to my side, and he uses his body to force me onto my back.

“I just… I can’t believe I hurt you like that. I’m a good person. Fuck, I thought I was. I’m so fucking confused, and I regret that night so fucking much.”

‘You owe me, Mila. You think you can tease me and just walk away?’ Justin’s voice is a vicious growl that agitates my nerves and leaves my insides quaking with fear.

JASE

A cry from Mila’s room has me dropping the plate of pizza and breaking out into a run. I burst through the door and don’t see her immediately. Moving forward, I catch sight of her cowering body, where she’s sitting in a small ball next to the dressing table.

“Mila,” her name explodes over my lips, and I go to crouch by her. “What happened?”

Her eyes are wild with fear, and I suppress my first instinct to hold her. I sink to my knees and move a little closer. “Mila?”

Her eyes dart over me, and it takes longer than usual before recognition washes over her face. She scrambles to her knees and darts forward, slamming into me. My arms wrap around her, and I hold her tightly as she begins to cry while rambling, “I… remember. He… called. I… remember when he… dragged me to… the dumpsters.”

“Shhh… you’re safe now,” I say, trying to comfort her as best I can.

Mila pulls back and shakes her head, then points to something behind me and says, “He called. He left a voicemail.”

I glance over my shoulder, and seeing the phone on the carpet, realization hits. I reach for it and unlocking the device, I go to the voicemails and press the phone to my ear.

“Mila. I know I’m not supposed to contact you, but I just want to say how sorry I am.”

Hearing the fucker’s voice makes rage explode through me. It’s more intense than any anger I’ve felt before.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” I growl as I get up and shove the phone into my pocket before I rush to the door.

Mila hurries after me and grabs hold of my arm. “Don’t, Jase!”

I pull free from her and stalk toward the kitchen. I grab my car keys from the counter, and it has Hunter getting up from the couch in the living room. “Where are you going?”

“To kill Justin Green. The fucker called Mila,” I shout, enraged that he dared to fucking say he’s sorry.

He’s fucking sorry?

Before I can take another step, Hunter darts in front of me and grabs hold of my shoulders. “You can’t go beat him up, Jase.”

I shove Hunter away from me and shout, “That’s the second time you’ve stopped me instead of fucking helping me kill that fucker.”

Hunter doesn’t get out of my way but instead steps right up to me and roars, “You need to fucking calm down.” He points to behind me. “Look at Mila!”

My head jerks around, and seeing the panic on Mila’s face while Jade holds her makes the anger take a backseat as worry for Mila washes over me.

I stalk back to her and framing her face with my hands, I press my forehead against hers and say, “I’m sorry.” I suck in a deep breath of air and lay a kiss on her temple. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her away from Jade. “I’m calm. I’m sorry.”

I’m so fucking far from calm.

Mila’s arms wrap around me, and she clings to me. “Please don’t do anything.”

My heart is beating out of my chest, and it’s the hardest thing I’ve been asked. I want Justin Green six feet under, but what I want doesn’t