“I gave you thirty seconds to have your tantrum. Now this little charade,” derision marring his face, he gestures between us with one of the guns, “is over.”
He squats in front of me, and grips both my cheeks harshly, his fingers digging into them, making me look right at him. My breath catches in my throat, he looks beyond fearsome. The way the moon just behind his head casts the perfect silhouette around his toned body is breathtaking. I could say I’m sparring with the boogie man himself. “You can try and beat my ass all you want, baby. You ain’t going anywhere.” His voice is rough, alarming even. Goosebumps lick up my arms. Letting go of my face, he runs his hand through his hair, resembling the Zeek I know and not the monster that was in my face moments ago. He looks over his shoulder once, and then he stands and slowly begins to walk away.
I don’t move as tears crest at the corner of my eyes. I look up at the stars of the night, willing the dark sky to just eat me up. To take me away, and devour this pain in my chest. To give me direction, because I have no fucking clue what the right thing to do is right now.
His footsteps get farther and farther away, and hope fills my chest that he’s just going to give up and leave…but that’s only for a second, ‘cause the sound of his boots thudding against the ground head back towards me.
His face appears in my line of sight, and cold steel clinks around my wrists snapping me out of my sorrow. Looking down I find myself handcuffed. He cuffed me?
“Get these off, right fucking now!” I seethe, peering up at him from under my lashes. The look on my face hard, and daring him to say otherwise.
“No.”
“No?” I give a wry laugh. Fear filling my chest as I pull against the cuffs. I pull and pry, the bones in my arms ready to snap if I don’t ease up.
Zeek growls, grabbing my wrist and keeping them still. “Knock it off! You’re going to break your wrist, damn it!” Panting, I grit my teeth willing my mouth to spew words of utter hatred. Pulling his dark eyes from my hands he looks at me with a softer look than moments before, one that says he cares if I hurt myself or not.
“Then take them off.”
“Not a chance, not after that fight. I’ve fought a lot of men in my life but that was…” he shakes his head like he can’t believe it.
I close my eyes, ignoring him. I’m so angry, so beyond pissed that I could care less.
There’s no way I can escape him now. He’s going to keep me prisoner, lock me away before he’ll let me escape. He’s crazy. Fucking nuts.
“Get up.” He holds his hand out for me to grab, but I just turn my head. He seriously didn’t think I was going to be the cooperating kind of prisoner, did he?
Bending down he grips me by the waist, and throws me over his strong shoulder with haste.
“You don’t want to listen? Fine. We’ll do it my way,” he pants, heading back to the farm truck.
“I hate you.” My words come out honest, and surprising. How can you love and hate someone all at the same time? I love him so much, that it fuels my hatred for this man.
My affection for him came quick, and was extremely unrealistic. It came like a hurricane, and was unstoppable. Most things in life that cause the most damage sneak up on you like that, not giving much warning before it completely uproots your life destroying anything and everything you worked so hard for. Before you know it, love has impaled your soul, feeding it piece by piece to the bad boys we fall so stupidly for.
CHAPTER TWO
Jillian
MY BODY BOUNCES UP AND DOWN as the truck races down the dirt road in the outskirts of Nevada. The cool, steel cuffs biting into my wrists painfully. I can’t help but scowl at Zeek. My heart filled with heartache, fear, and love. I want someone to rip my chest open and dig my heart out with a dull knife, to take away the unbearable emotions I can’t comprehend or bare any longer.
Looking out of the corner of my eye I notice Zeek holding his arm, his face scrunched in distress as he glances down. Pulling his palm away blood stains his hand and shirt.
“Oh my God, Zeek, you’re bleeding!” I begin to sweat nervously, scared he’s really hurt. “Did I do that?”
“No, I caught one getting back to the car when we ran. It didn’t act up until I had to chase your ass across the desert and haul you back, then it started burning like a bitch.”
“We need to get you to a hospital.”