Page 44 of To Hunt A Wolf
Levi glances over at me then back at the road. “Are we going to talk about the fact that you brought the Indigo Hills Mafia to the doorstep of my safe house, ruining in one hour what I took six months to create?”
Touché, asshole.
Wait.
“Six months? Are you saying you and Jadick planned his disappearance? That he wasn’t kidnapped or held against his will?”
Levi doesn’t answer, and my temper spikes.
“You’re telling me he’s willingly sitting by while Thiago locks Kari in a cell and steals the alpha title out from under him?”
“I’m not telling you anything, actually.”
“Fine. You know what, I don’t want whatever explanation you might give. I’m sick of wading through your lies.”
“Mylies? You’re the one meeting secretly with the mafia and then leading them to my doorstep. Wanting me dead is one thing. Selling me out to Franco Giovanni himself is another.”
My jaw drops. Indignation is a bitter taste in my mouth. “I would never… But of course, you think everything is about you.”
“What the hell else am I supposed to think? You come looking for me, and the next thing I know, you’ve led an army of wolves to the very place Jadick is hiding out. Maybe you’re not running from Thiago. Maybe you’re working with him.”
I can’t breathe against the rage that boils inside me.
The fucking nerve…
I look wildly around for some outlet, some weapon, some way to react to the insane accusations he’s just lobbed at me. But in a moving vehicle, there isn’t much to choose from.
Only one thing, in fact.
I unbuckle my seat belt and reach for the door handle, shoving the door open to reveal the highway pavement racing by underneath us at eighty miles per hour.
“What the hell!” Levi yells and swerves, the momentum slamming my door shut again before I can hurl myself out.
Admittedly, it was a reckless plan to begin with.
But when Levi manages to foil it, I only get angrier.
He swerves again, this time onto the shoulder, and then brakes hard enough to throw me forward against the dash. Unbuckled, I grunt as I’m tossed clear of my seat and flattened like a pancake against the glove box.
Levi climbs out of the driver’s seat and hauls me up, dragging me to the back and tossing me onto the futon.
When I manage to roll and look up, his gaze is wilder than I’ve ever seen as he stares down at me.
“Are you insane?” he demands.
“I mean, yeah, probably. Kind of.”
My answer seems to make worse whatever mental break I’ve just caused him to have. He leans down, nostrils flaring.
“I will not let you die, Mac, so stop fucking trying.”
“The only thing I was trying to do was get away from you,” I snap.
He doesn’t answer.
“Oh, so you’re the only one allowed to leave in this relationship?”
“What relationship?” he growls.
