Captivated - Jordan Silver Page 0,18

on? What’re you doing here?”

“Grab your stuff, baby; you’re coming with me.” She still didn’t move as if her feet were stuck, but I knew she was just in shock. Seeing her, I felt my heart beat normal again and didn’t realize that it had been damn near beating at twice its rate this whole time.

I pulled her into my arms even as her sister yelled obscenities in the background, and Dray kept telling the asshole to keep still before he breaks his neck. I held her close and lowered my lips to her ear after kissing her forehead. “I know, baby.”

She jerked back like I’d gut-punched her and would’ve fallen if I hadn’t still had my arms around her. “You know? Know what?” From the tone in her voice and the way her eyes looked around for an escape like she was being cornered, I knew she knew what I was referring to. And when her body started to tremble, I was doubly sure.

I had to grit my teeth to hold onto my composure, torn between obeying the grandfather I love and exacting revenge on the two people down the hall for the shit they’d put my woman through. Again the need to get her out of there as quickly as possible won out, and I pushed her back into the room with an order.

“Pack what you need, you’re not coming back here.” She went into flight mode, but the thing that gutted me is the way she moved around the room, picking up shit like she’d already mapped it out in her mind. It was obvious that these were her hiding places, the place where she kept her phone, there was another bag with clothes, this one a little bigger than the one she hid behind the store.

She looked at the picture of her and the sister on the nightstand for a good few seconds before sighing and walking away. I took the stuff from her in one hand and took her hand in the other, pulling her along behind me.

Dray had his hand across the asshole’s neck, pinning him to the wall while the sister ineffectively pulled at him to get him off, screeching like a banshee. “Bitch shut the fuck up!” She stopped mid-scream or yell or whatever the fuck it was she was doing and looked at me with wild eyes.

Now I’m not one for calling a female out of her name, but chick’s lucky that’s the extent I went to. I couldn’t help but lean in and share a little parting truth with the two of them, though.

“You’re lucky she’s here; if not, they’d never find you. Come near her again, and there’ll be pieces of you all over this fucking city. Dray, let’s go.” The asshole struggled hard once Dray let him go, and when he made a move as if to grab her, I throat punched his ass…hard.

The idiot wife fell to her knees, asking if he was okay before glaring up at me to call me names. I was only interested in the girl who’d started crying, but I wanted to kick the shit out of her sister, I give a fuck that she has tits.

Anyone who would allow the shit she did to happen to their little sister get no respect from me. I treat my long dead and buried sister way better than she does hers. My eyes fell on the asshole again as I weighed the consequences. At this point, I was more worried about disappointing gramps than I was of being hunted by the asshole law.

He was still clutching at his throat and making gagging noises when I walked out the door with her, and it was only when I got her in the back of Dray’s car and watched them drive off before jumping on my bike that I felt the adrenaline crash.

I sm0ked the wheels off my bike getting back to the penthouse, and of course, Dray was there already. Those driving maneuvers he’d learned in the desert had paid off in full. I’m surprised the cops weren’t in his ass.

He helped me take her and her shit upstairs because I had to damn near carry her. “You staying in?” What he was really asking is if I planned to go back there and finish the job. “Yeah!” He studied me for a few seconds before nodding his head and walking out the door.

I left her stuff on the floor in the hallway and took