Page 60 of Cold Foot Revenge
The air in here was so heavy, and it stank of fur and dominance. The growl in Grave’s chest was constant, as if he was on the verge of a Change. If he shifted in here, they would all die.
“Roxy, shut the fuck up,” Leech said from the back. “This is simple. You want to live, mind the rules. Make Grave happy. That’s why you exist.”
That’s why she existed? To make this asshole happy? To be his servant? To say yes to everything he wanted, even if it wasn’t what she wanted? He’d tricked her into a relationship years ago, and trusting him had been the worst decision she’d ever made. He wasn’t a good man, or a caring partner. He wasn’t protective. He was narcissistic and diabolical and didn’t care. He didn’t care! Roxy knew what good men looked like, and felt like now. She’d been around one. They lifted their partner up, and reveled in their growth, and were patient with rocky moments, and understanding, and protective. They opened doors for the woman they cared about, not grab them by the back of the neck and shove them in a car like they were nothing. They didn’t force their partner to dance naked for money they would steal from them! They didn’t expect a woman to spread her legs anytime he asked just to make him happy! And they certainly didn’t find comfort in their partner losing their voice and saying yes sir to every wish and every whim.
She was a woman. She’d been human once. She had a heart and emotions and good and bad days, and she mattered. She existed.
Roxy missed Dylan. Oh, that thought hit her in the chest like a flood. She missed him and she wanted to go back to the hotel and settle into bed with him and have him wrap her up and hug her close, and she wanted to feel safe again, like she had last night.
Her bite mark was throbbing again, and she felt completely and utterly alone.
This life felt unbearable now.
She looked at the buildings that blurred by and wished she was back on the other side of that territory line.
All she could do now was track down her phone and find a way to warn Dylan.
He had until noon before his life became unbearable too.
Chapter Fifteen
The click of his weapon being cocked was so damn satisfying.
Dylan jammed the barrel of his Glack harder against the guy’s temple. “Shifter?” he guessed.
“What gave it away?” the tall man ground out, holding up his hands. “If you could take your finger off that trigger, I would appreciate it.”
“Mmm, why don’t you tell me why you’re sneaking into my room at the ass crack of dawn. Better yet, tell me where Roxy is.”
“I’m guessing Roxy is that little piece Grave has been losing his mind over?”
“Watch how you talk about her,” Dylan warned. “How do you know Grave?”
“Ahh,” he said, moving into the room, his hands still up as Dylan followed with his Glock. The man took a seat on the edge of the bed. “We used to be close. It feels like a hundred years ago. I don’t recognize him much these days.” He narrowed his glowing orange eyes. “There is something about you, isn’t there?”
He didn’t understand. “I’m nobody. Where is Roxy? Did you take her?”
“Last I saw her, she was in the passenger’s seat of Grave’s truck. What is she? A wolf?”
Dylan holstered his weapon and grabbed his keys off the table. This guy wasn’t here as a threat. He wasn’t asking the right questions to be a threat. How long ago had Grave come for Roxy? Already, there were the gray streaks of dawn in the sky.
He left, but the shifter followed him. “Are you going back into Grit-Bron territory? I would advise against it.”
Dylan shook his head and picked his pace up to a jog toward his truck. What if they were hurting her?
“He has given me his word he won’t kill her,” the shifter called from behind him.
“And what is that word to me?” Dylan barked out. “I don’t know you.”
“Grave has to abide by an agreement with me.”
Dylan hesitated, his hand on the handle of his truck. “Why?”
The man’s smile was completely empty, and there was a hardness to his eyes as he said, “Call it brotherly consideration.”
Dylan frowned. “Grave is your brother?”
“He was.”
