Stolen (A Bad Boy Romance #2)

“You know, that’s a f*ck

ing question I’d love to ask you,” I said as I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards me. I wanted to get her out of the damn place, but I wanted to touch her even more.

“Get off her, dude.” I turned to see that little asswipe coming at me. Well, this would be fun and easy.

I clotheslined his ass and watched him fall to the ground. “Shut the f*ck
up. Moose, I presume?” I asked as he looked up at me.

“The f*ck
?” Moose asked as he moaned on the ground. At least two other people were coming towards us, but they started to back away.

“Janson, you can’t just come in here.” Kathryn had stopped struggling. “Boys, I have this, go on.”

The men who were crowding around us turned around and backed out. I had to give her that, she was handling it well.

“You know damn well I can do whatever the f*ck
I want. Did you think that I was just going to walk away and let you stay? You know why I'm here, it has everything to do with orders. I told you I could do this the hard way, and if that’s what you want, that's what I'm willing to do.” I was f*ck
ing furious with her. I wanted her in my bed, naked and writhing, not running from me back to these stupid punks.

“I’m not going.”

“You realize if you don’t, I’ll have to tie your ass up, right? Or worse, Greyson will call someone else to do the job. You won’t like that.”

“Will you let me grab my violin?” she asked.

I eyed her skeptically. “Depends, will you take off running the moment I let you go?” Kathryn shook her head.

“Fine, go on, get it.”

She turned and walked over Moose, who was still on the ground, grabbed her case and instrument, stowing it and turning it towards me. “I’m sorry, Moose.” She said as she stepped over him again.

He was still clutching his face.

She swallowed. “I don’t have much of a choice do I?” she asked.

“None of us do,” I answered as I looked her over. It was so regrettable that we didn’t have more time, but Greyson wanted her back home as soon as possible.

Kat looked white as a sheet and I knew then that she was avoiding something. Or someone.

“Let’s go, we have a long drive ahead of us.” As angry as I was, I couldn’t help but admire the way she looked in those clothes.

“We’re driving?” She’d stopped resisting and started walking.

“Did you think I was going to take you through an airport?” I asked. She was smarter than that. “Get your ass in the car.” I omitted the word I wanted to put in front of ass—sexy—and waited for her to slide in, then followed. It would be a comfortable ride, at the very least. One overnight stay and a private limo that would ensure there was enough space between us.

I still wanted her, though. My cock ached just thinking about her writhing under me. But I had to clear my head and figure out how I could make everything work. I had to.



***



I breathed a sigh of relief as we approached Glenburnie then passed through it. We had a place all set up for her, one of the private safe houses only Greyson knew about. The kind meant to keep him safe if there was an attempt on his life from any family member. Even his own father.

No one would look for Kat there.

“Where are we?” she asked as she looked out the window. She was tired. Last night was hard, for both of us. We’d shared a hotel room but I made sure to stay away from her. I’d positioned myself in the chair across the room.

Neither of us talked about the night before.

“Home. That’s all you need to know,” I said as the driver pulled up to the little set of row homes in Cherryhill. It was one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Ann Arundel County, but to us, it was perfectly safe.

Everyone knew who we were and what we were. They wouldn’t dare approach us.

“As long as you stay inside the house, you’ll be fine.” I got out first and held the door open. She got up and started walking, but not before she made it clear how she was feeling.

She glared at me. f*ck
, just to have her eyes on me was enough to make me hard. I liked it when she was passionate. Even if that meant she was pissed as hell.

I watched her walk away from me towards the door of the row house, her ass swaying back and forth as she stomped towards the door.

She always was stubborn and hotheaded.

“This is where I’ll be staying?” she asked. She almost looked disgusted.

“Better than that place you were at in Chicago. A f*ck
ing co-op? If your brother finds out the kind of places you were, he’ll be so pissed.”

“That’s not the only thing he’ll be pissed about,” she said as her eyes flashed. She was trying to trip me up and I knew it.

I opened the door and did a quick survey of the small townhome. No one else was there. Good.

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