Page 17 of Virtue & Vengeance

Deep down, a part of me already knew why he was there.

I’d had time to sit and think it over.

He was responsible for getting me arrested.

He had set it all up.

“This was you wasn’t it?” I asked.

I got up, walking toward the cell door, and glared at him between the bars.

He didn’t deny it.

“I told you, you weren’t leaving,” he said.

He leaned casually against the doorframe and looked down at his watch.

The audacity!

“Are you out of your mind? You reported my car stolen? You’re going to tell them right now that you lied.”

He chuckled, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“I’m sorry, angel, but that’s not going to happen.”

Rage exploded inside of me making me growl. I gripped the bars so tightly my fingers were turning white. “How the hell can you even get away with this?”

I released the bars when they began to slide to the side, leaving nothing between us.

“I have reach. The police officer who arrested you is a friend of mine.”

I shook my head; my lips pinched so tightly at his words that the skin around my mouth burned.

“You’re a bastard,” I barked.

“A bastard and an asshole in one day. That might be a new record.”

My eyes narrowed at him. “I seriously doubt that. Are you going to tell them to let me out of here or what?”

“That depends.” He took a step closer toward me and put his hands behind his back.

“You’re joking, right? You can’t hold me hostage here, Zander.”

“Want to bet?”

“Ugh!” I growled. “Let me out of here or so help me…”

He had the nerve to grin at my anger.

“All that fire inside of you. Damn it turns me on, angel.”

Bastard.

Asshole.

Every freaking name I could think of.

He was all of them.

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