Page 8 of Savage in the Streets
He wouldn’t be the first guy put off by my edgy style. Some guys crave it; others shun it. Can’t make everyone happy, and I really don’t care to.
“As of right now, you’re not to leave my apartment. I’m going to try to change the terms of your monitoring, but that could take a week or two.”
“But my work—”
“If you were really making anything, you wouldn’t have to steal people’s retirement income.”
My jaw drops at his cocky arrogance. “So, your mind is already made up about me? I’m just some low life thug that hustles grandmas.”
“Did you even for a minute think that I believed you were innocent?”
I reach for the door handle. “Nope. Not gonna do this. I’m done.”
He grabs my wrist tightly in a grip I have no chance of escaping.
“You can’t leave. Not when my ass is on the line.”
“And you only have yourself to thank for that. I don’t even know why you bailed me out. My brother doesn’t give a fuck about me, and I haven’t talked to him in years.”
“Apparently, he does care about you.”
“Just drop me back off at the jail. Your arrogance is suffocating.”
“No can do. As I told you, your brother cares a lot about you.”
“Well, you can’t hold my wrist like this forever.”
His lips widen into a grin, then my body is yanked toward him as he exits the vehicle, pulling me through the doorway and over his shoulder.
“Hey!” I call out, but he disregards my plea and continues toward an elevator.
We go up several floors until the door slides open into sleek and modern decor.
He sets me down, helping to right me when I stumble.
I’m about to give him a good tongue lashing, but as I take in the simple, modern penthouse, I’m at a loss for words.
“Like I said,” he starts in, “you’re not leaving my apartment. Not until we go before the judge again.”
I respond in silence, knowing that it’s better to lay in wait than expend my energy now.
“Tomorrow, I begin working on your case, but I have to have my assistant bring me some files from my office first. If I have to go anywhere, I’ll have someone here to watch you.”
“Seriously? You’re going to get me a babysitter?”
“Like I said, I’ll be held responsible if you disappear, so, until your day in court, this is where you’ll stay.”
“I need to be able to go into work.”
“That is not an—”
“I know how to make your life hell, and although it would bring me great pleasure, I’m smart enough to know that it’s working against my best interests. Let me go to work. I’ve worked three years building my client list, and it might not seem like a lot to you, but it’s all I have.”
His jaw clenches, and if I’m not mistaken, a glimmer of respect shines in his eyes.
“I promise I’ll behave if you let me see my clients.”
He runs his fingers through his ridiculously sexy, mocha-colored hair.God, he’d have great just-been-fucked bedhead…and his five o’clock shadow would feel amazing grazing my thighs…
