Page 20 of Sanction

“Say what?” She says quietly as her finger tips dip into the front pocket of my jeans.

“My name.”

Her eyes darted to mine. She’s searching them, looking for what I feel. Searching for why I need this.

“Travis.” Her pouty lips murmur my name and I fold.

My lips slam on hers. She tastes just as good as she did the first time and I squeeze my palm on the nape of her neck as I deepen the kiss. Fuck, if I could do this forever, I would. But I can’t. I just have now.

Her hands trail up my abs, and I sink my teeth into her bottom lip.

“Travis,” she pants and I almost lose my mind.

That reality hits me, the fact I could lose control, so I place one more rough kiss on her lips before pulling away.

She looks flushed with lust and so damn beautiful my cock is springing to life.

My breaths are coming heavy as I run a hand through my hair, then reach for the door. “I’m sorry, Dani.” Then I leave her.

And it breaks my fucking heart.

Chapter 13

Daniella

My phone is clenched in my hands as I sit in the dirt on the side of the road. The guy I was with kicked me out of his car in the middle of nowhere because I refused to snort a line of coke. I wasn’t actually supposed to be with him. My brother forbade it and my mom wasn’t too impressed with him either when I brought him to our shrimp boil last weekend. I’m beyond pissed. It looks like it’s about to storm and the road rash on my leg is starting to sting. When I said he kicked me out I was being literal. The car was still moving.

Tears prick my eyes as I think about the events of the last two years as I sit alone on this desolate road. I’ve kind of been a little rebellious since my dad died. My heart was missing a vital piece and I didn’t know how to fill its empty space. Hints the running off with a troubled teen at one in the morning.

My brother will flip and so will my mom. So, I called him.

“Daniella,” he answers in a flat tone.

“Travis…” I try to keep my voice steady. I never call him Travis anymore.

I can hear him moving. “What is it?” His tone has softened and I hear a door close. “What’s wrong?”

“Can you come get me?” I pause. “I can’t ask Maverick.”

“You were with him again, weren’t you?”

I stay silent.

“Where are you?” He sighs.

“I'll drop you a pin. I honestly have no idea. I’m on the side of the road.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He growls.

“I’m sorry.” I sniffle to keep my nose from running.

“I’m on the way.”

A light in the distance grows brighter and I hear the rumble of a motorcycle. It’s almost three in the morning, so I know no one else is around. He found me. I stand from the ground, wobbling on my leg that hurts like a bitch. Next time I spot that asshole I’m slashing his tires.

He pulls up and kills it, swinging his leg over his bike. I’m wearing shorts, so I don’t miss the look on his face when he spots my leg.

“He do that to you?” He asks with a look of pure rage in his eyes.

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