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Once again with a piece of tissue. Yet this time he didn’t hand it to me. He wiped my face. He wiped my face and helped me to stand. Then as if it was a habit, he took my hand and led me away.

We walked, leaving the tension of silence.

Once again he showed he didn’t care what anyone thought.

Not any of the other guys and not my father.

Chapter 10

Jia

I hadto admit that surprise took me when Xander led me outside to his car.

I didn’t ask any questions though. I just went with him.

We walked up to a black Ferrari, he opened the passage door for me and I got in.

I sat down and strapped on the seatbelt and he closed the door.

He ditched his biker jacket in the back, revealing thick biceps that bulged against the sleeve of his long-sleeved t-shirt.

He made his way around to the driver’s seat, jumped in and gunned the engine just as Frankie came down the steps. It looked like Pa might have sent him.

As we shot down the road, the dashboard buzzed with a phone call.

Xander answered it and switched on the handsfree.

“Yo,” he answered as cool and casually as if nothing had happened.

“Where are you taking her?” Came Pa’s cold hard voice.

“Why?” Xander threw back.

“What the fuck do you mean by why? Boy, you better fucking hope to not piss me off. Bring my daughter back to me right the fuck now.”

“No,” Xander replied.

All I could do was watch and listen. Watch and listen in pure disbelief.

“What do you mean byno?”

“It’s simple, it’s a no. But don’t worry Boss, we’ll be back later. I’ll be sure she gets back in one piece,” he promised, his voice heavy with a mingle of sarcasm and power.

There was a long silence then Pa grunted. “I’m not happy about this.”

Xander didn’t answer. He just hung up.

I looked over at him and he glanced at me, the sympathy returning to his eyes, but he didn’t say anything.

I rested my head back against the soft leather of the chair and accepted that I’d hit rock bottom. I had. I absolutely had.

Forty minutes later we pulled up at Lake Mead.

It was pretty to look at but I always thought the lack of trees made it look as manmade as it could ever be. It had the appearance of being a lake and the beautiful surroundings but just had something missing.

He parked and shut off the engine and that was when I broke.

It took all that time, the whole drive here and I’d held back. Kept it all in until the hum of the engine was no more and we were here.