He picked me up by the waist and plopped me onto the seat. “Watch your fingers,” he joked before closing the door.
Ha-ha very funny, watch my fingers like I was a freaking toddler. He was cracking jokes now? I could not keep up with the man’s mood swings.
He climbed in beside me and put the keys in the ignition. He paused for so long that I snapped. “Problem?”
He smirked over at me, that damn dimple making an appearance. I wanted to lick it.
“Belt up,” he said grinning. Bastard. He knew I couldn’t work the damn thing.
I huffed and pulled the belt around me, I tried to snap it into place, but it was one those god damn three point turn thingy’s. “Come on, come on,” I muttered, pulling and tugging at the belt, willing it to fasten. “Oh, I bet you think this is hilarious don’t you,” I snapped, dropping my hands to my sides in defeat.
Grinning, he leaned across me. His hand brushed against my breast as he fastened me up.
I sucked in a sharp breath. His hand paused on my heavy aching breasts. He stared at me, leaned his face to mine. Pressing his lips to my jaw, he inhaled deeply.
I twisted my face to meet his, but he pulled back. “All set.” His voice was raspy, he turned the key and the truck roared to life.
He pulled off and I curled up as far away from him as possible.
The drive back to my house was too long and too short. When we pulled into my yard, Kyle kept the engine running. “You’re not coming inside,” I said flatly, it was more of a statement than a question.
“No, I have something I need to do,” was all he said.
“I bet you do,” I muttered, anger boiling inside me. I couldn’t open the damn belt again. “Shit,” I hissed, frustrated.
He leaned over and unclipped me. He opened his door and I wanted to scratch his eyes out. “Don’t,” I warned him. “Don’t bother. I don’t know what I have ever done to you to make you want to torture me like this, but I can’t take it anymore.”
He threw his head back against the headrest and sighed. “Lee you don’t understand…”
“You’re right Kyle, I don’t understand. I thought we were friends,” I shouted. “But friends don’t treat each other to the way you treat me and friends don’t fuck.”
I paused for a moment, taking in his scrunched up face. He closed his eyes. “That’s it Kyle close your eyes and pretend I don’t exist, you’re getting really good at it.” I opened the door and half-shimmied half fell out. I stormed towards the house, not looking back. I heard his truck rev up and pull away.
I reached the porch steps and collapsed, my body raking with tears. I couldn’t move my body, it was shutting down, or maybe that was my heart. I stayed right there on the steps. The cold was seeping through my bones, but I didn’t care. I was broken.
Chapter Thirty-three
Kyle
When I pulled the truck out of the yard, my pulse was racing. My emotions were raging a war inside of me. My fucking heart was screaming at me to go back and get her, do whatever I had to do to fix this, because I swear to god when I saw Lee lying on the porch steps, so tiny and fragile, I’d feared I had broken her, worse than her bastard of a father.
However, the other emotion twisting inside of me was more forceful. It was the one that had been swelling inside me since Lee’s confession and now compelling me to drive until I was at the bar we’d been in earlier.
The phone call I’d gotten from Cam back in the ally confirmed that he was here. It was shit timing, but I had to find him.
“Perry Franklin?” I asked, approaching a group of three guys leaning by the bar; his fucking henchmen no doubt.
“What’s it to ya, preppy?” The broad one said, eyeing me up and down. I had on jeans and a black button up shirt, but I guess I did look well groomed next to his dirty wife beater and denim shirt. He was the tallest of the three and I had a good two inches on him. I knew him.
He was the guy in the picture Cam had sent to my phone. This was him.
Perry stepped right up to my chest and I smiled at him, wanting him to goad me. I needed this. I was going to rip his fucking head off.
I could see Derek approach us from the corner of my eye, but I shook my head.
This bastard was all mine.
“I said what’s it to ya, pretty boy?” he growled, pushing me back with his meaty hands.
I laughed once, before my fist connected with his face. There was a sickening crunch, as blood sprayed from his nose. He staggered back and I wasted no time. I rushed him, knocking him to the ground, punching him repeatedly in the face. “That’s for touching my girl, you fucking sorry excuse of a man.”