Page 38 of Cold Foot Revenge
“My keys. Say it right.”
Dread filled her with his words.
“Your loan is up, you didn’t pay me back for the car in time, so I’m repossessing it.”
“I have paid you back for it.”
Grave shook his head. “Not according to my books. You owe me three thousand on it still.”
“What?” she snapped. “No, I don’t. I paid this part of the loan off first.”
Grave offered her an empty smile. “I’m afraid you did not. I would remember signing the title of it over to you, and I definitely didn’t do that.”
“Why are you doing this?” she asked.
He flinched his head to the side and approached her slowly. “Impatience, perhaps.” In a blur, he snatched her bag from her hand, and she screamed and held on as tight as she could. He grabbed her arm and squeezed it so hard, Roxy yelped in pain. He pried it out of her hands, and grabbed her by the neck of her sweatshirt, pushed her back, back, until her shoulder blades slammed into the side of her car. His thick forearm went across her neck, and she tried to scream, but her esophagus was being crushed. She struggled as hard as she could, but he was impossibly strong.
“You made some cash for me tonight,” he snarled out. “Thank you for that.”
“It’s mine!” she choked out.
“No. It’s all mine. Everything you have, and everything you are…that is all mine. Something has gotten into you lately, pretty girl. You’re crossing some boundaries you can’t uncross.”
Run.
The sound of her animal’s soft voice whispered through her mind.
She couldn’t though. He was holding her bag with everything in it—her phone, her wallet…the two thousand dollars that would catch her up and kick off her new life!
He pressed his body against hers and placed his lips against her ear as he ground his hips against her. “I like this side of yousometimes, when I want to fuck you, but not when you talk to me. Not when you disrespect me as your Alpha and ignore Crew meetings. Not when you’re sneaking around behind my back. I feel a change in you, Rox.”
She struggled under him as he pressed his hips against her. “You’ve been drinking.”
“Wrong!” he yelled in her sensitive ear, and it hurt so bad, she curled in on herself and clapped her hand over her ear like that would relieve the ringing there.
He gave her space by mere inches, and he was enough to free her neck from his pressure and inhale a deep breath into her burning lungs.
Run.
The Crew was beginning to file out of the Rabbit Hole, but no one was stepping in. Nick was wide-eyed, like he wanted to say something, but he remained silent.
Grave was Alpha. He could do whatever he wanted.
Tears were streaming down her face as she realized this was really happening. Grave was taking her car, and he was taking the money she’d danced for tonight.
He was making sure she knew freedom was unattainable.
He was taking away her hope.
“I hate you,” she uttered, infusing every word with such truth.
“You weren’t saying that when you were screaming my name,” he said through a cocky, sharp-toothed grin. That was for the Crew. A few of them chuckled, and she hated them all.
“Forever ago. That was back before I knew you were a fucking monster who had to Turn Crew members because you knew no one would be loyal to you willing—
Slap!
Roxy’s face snapped to the side, and the excruciating sting was instant. Her neck hurt, as if she had instant whiplash from the open-palm slap.
