Page 19 of Tempt Me
“McFarlane?” Isaac asks after a beat.
“Yep.”
Isaac slams his foot down, and the body slides off the car to hit the ground.
We bounce again, the silence deafening.
Licking my lips, I ask. “Did you just drive over him?”
“Yep.”
“Should we go back and deal with him?”
“No. To be perfectly honest, we leave him be. There is a massive manhunt on for him. We shouldn’t be involved with anything the cops are already on top of.”
Knowing he’s right, I drop it. If he isn’t dead already by being hit and then driven over by three tons of steel, then he either will be soon, or he’ll be caught. He won’t be walking away from that a free man if he lives.
“This has been a day from hell.”
“No shit, Sherlock. You really know how to state the fucking obvious.”
“Ouch, asshole. Maybe keep your trap shut for the rest of the journey?”
“Deal.”
Once again, he hunches his shoulders and grips the steering wheel. Sighing inwardly, I have no idea what to do or say next. This man has spun my head and made me view things differently. It’s irritating at the same time as liberating. As much as I need to stay away from him in the physical sense, I feel this arrangement is going to be interesting and a phase of growth for me.
Not that I will ever admit that to him. His ego is big enough.
Like his cock. Fuck, that thing ishuge.
Chapter10
Isaac
We drive on in silence. It doesn’t bother me. I’ve been on my own since I was ten years old, where silence was golden. I didn’t have to explain to anyone who I was, what I was doing on the streets, or anything really. Coming from an abusive home where words were meaningless, it was only actions that counted. Silences are more comforting than anything else. However, I know it will be driving Rue crazy. She is on the verge of saying something, anything, just to break it. Whatever it is will be made to draw me into a conversation, but I’m not biting.
“I’m on the pill,” she says, breaking it like I knew she would.
Grunting a response, that’s all she gets, but it does ease one of my concerns over what I did to her earlier. I mean, let’s face it, it’s a day late and a dollar short of having that conversation, but it’s one less thing to worry about. My head would absolutely be removed if I knocked up the princess with a bastard child.
“Also, I’m clean.”
She has laid down the gauntlet, and if I don’t say anything now, I’m the one being an asshole. Deciding to go with shock value as opposed to a simple truth, I mutter. “I haven’t had sex in five years.”
“What?” she snorts in disbelief.
When I don’t rise, she backs down. “Really?”
I don’t have to look at her to know her nose is scrunched up as she contemplates my words. “Wow, that’s dedication to a cause. I can’t go five days, let alone five years.”
Wanting to tell her the whole truth, it would mean talking, and I’m nothing if not stubborn. I refuse to engage in a real conversation with her ever again. It is too painful.
But the fact of the matter is, my sex life is complicated.
Growing up on the streets, I took in everything. Absolutely everything that everyone was doing, saying, stealing, snorting, drinking…everything. It was a way to pass the time, but also a way to have any information I needed to get out of sticky situations right at my fingertips. Watching the older kids, I saw their moves, their way off the streets for a night, and I followed in their footsteps as soon as I was able to pass as old enough. Waiting in bars for that one target, that one woman who was just drunk enough to engage but not too drunk that it bordered on non-consensual. Usually, one with her friends and looking for a good time, they were easy to spot. It was a way to have a safe place to sleep, a soft, warm bed, a hot shower the next day, and some decent food in the morning. The sex was…secondary. It meant nothing. It was a means to an end. I didn’t care for it until I was a bit older and learned that it could be good, that it could be used as a form of escapism from my life if I did it right.
I spent my twenties banging my way through life until, one night, I preyed on the wrong woman. Or maybe it was the right one.
