Page 85 of Full Throttle

“What the fuck is going on?” he asked, his voice alert now.

“Was making sure Dominique made it back to Sullie’s, and she decided to head to my house.”

“Fuck.”

I changed lanes and looked in the mirror again. Two more squad cars were behind me now, trailing far behind me. They’d never catch me, but the last thing I needed was for them to follow me to my fucking house.

“Get Amara to call them off,” I pushed out through my teeth, racing through another intersection.

In the background, I heard some movement and Leon calling his detective. “Butterfly, I need you.” A second later, she was on the phone.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Got three of your uniforms chasing after me, Amara. Get them off my back,” I ordered.

“Cain—”

“For Ni—Dominique. Please. I’m going after her.” I checked the screen again, she was getting close to the exit. I was beating her by a minute. Sixty seconds wasn’t enough time. With that thought, my jaw tightened, and I increased speed.

“Right,” she murmured, and then the phone was back with Leon.

“She’s calling them now.”

“Thank you,” I said, meaning it. I took another turn onto the street that was a straight shot to my neighborhood. My blood pumped through my veins as my engine roared. I shifted once more and then, I felt like I was flying. “Jesus, this car has power,” I muttered.

“What are you driving?”

“One of Kavi’s. The Dark Horse.”

Lee chuckled. “Lucky son of bitch.”

In the background, I heard Amara yell, “Tell him to slow down. He’s going over a hundred in a fucking school zone!”

Leon responded, “It’s two in the morning, Amara.”

“I don’t give a shit! That’s too fast!”

No such thing.

My eyes flicked up to the mirror to find the police cars backing off before I looked to Dominique’s dot. She was taking the exit. “Thanks for the help,” I said as I hung up.

A minute later, I turned onto my street and slowed the car as I reached for my garage door opener.

Thirty seconds after that, I was in the garage, the door closing behind me. I unfolded myself out of the vehicle, heading inside, locked up my office, and headed to my room. There, I took off my clothes and donned a pair of black sweats. It needed to appear as if I’d been in bed this whole time instead of stalking her—worrying about her. I ran my fingers through my hair and bit down as I watched her dot stop in front of my house.

I waited, watching her.

A few minutes later, her dot moved from the street up my driveway. I went over to the small desk in my room and pressed the on button on the laptop, bringing it to life and unlocking it. She was on my porch now, staring at my doorbell as if it would kill her. My eyes narrowed as I zoomed in, noting the way her bottom lip was trembling.

For fuck’s sake—

“Come on, baby,” I murmured. “Ring the doorbell.”

She didn’t. Instead, she stood there and cried. I watched as long as I could before my patience snapped.

“Fuck this shit,” I muttered as I stormed through my house, heading straight for the door. Without a second thought, I yanked the damn thing open, and she jumped back, letting out a yelp.

Our eyes met as I ordered, “Get inside, Nik. Now.”

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