“Go for it,” I growled, ignoring Royal and everyone else that was behind me as I stepped from the car, pushing my door open. I was totally going to give her a run for her money. That bitch couldn’t even tie her shoelaces without assistance.
“Royal. Make your dumb, bratty ass sister get back in her car and go back to the royal palace. She can’t handle someone like me.” Sasha shot Royal a smile, and when I looked at him over my shoulder I could see the coldness in his eyes.
“Enough, Sasha!” I could tell he wasn’t fucking around when he spoke.
“Seriously, Royal? You’re sticking up for her?” she whined, and my ears started to bleed. God how I wished she would go the hell away.
“That is the most unattractive fucking thing I have ever witnessed!” I couldn’t help myself; the words came from my mouth without warning. The beeping behind us continued, each blare of the horn was like a knife to the pounding that started to form in my head. Royal shifted his attention between me and the car that was honking.
“Better get moving along, Noelle.” I could practically see Sasha’s forked tongue slither out of her mouth.
“You’re such a bitch! It’s no wonder you constantly have to be sleeping with someone. You can’t hold a conversation to save your life, and have you seen yourself… I mean…”
“Noelle!” A stern voice said my name interrupting me from finishing my tirade.
“Royal!” I turned on him, furious with the entire situation. His lips lifted into a tight smile. What the hell was he smiling about? I couldn’t find one thing worth smiling about in this entire situation.
“I’ll get the information for the insurance to you right away, but right now you need to leave.” Royal didn’t give her a chance to say anything. Instead he got out of the car and came around to the driver’s side where I was standing, grabbing me by the hand and guiding me over to the passenger side of the vehicle before I could make a bigger mockery out of myself.
“Hurry it the fuck up!” The driver in the car behind us screamed at Royal and me. Sasha rolled her eyes, so much hatred in her icy glare that it rippled through me like a wave splashing against my feet along the beach.
“We’re going! Chill the fuck out, dude,” Royal countered back right before he slipped into the driver’s seat of my Jeep.
“Do you even have a license?” I questioned, ready to start a fight with anyone that would brawl with me. I hated very few people in this world but Sasha was one of those few people, and it had nothing to do with her infatuation with Royal. Okay, maybe it did a teenie, tiny, little bit.
He laughed gruffly, pulling away from Sasha’s stupid car and toward the exit, checking the roadway before pulling out into the street.
“I said I was a criminal. I cause a lot of fights. I beat the shit out of a lot people. Violence is my thing, but I never said I stole cars or attempted to rob banks.” He shook his head at me. My eyes glided over his perfectly messy hair, and down his dark red Henley tee. The tone muscles in his arms and chest made my mouth water. I needed to stop staring, or I would so something really stupid.
Boundaries, Noelle.
“Why do you do it?” I changed the subject. I knew he fought. I knew that causing pain was his thing. The last time I talked to him he had me pushed up against the wall, his blood marring my skin with a branding that caused butterflies to erupt in my belly. I couldn’t admit that his dark side turned me on, because it scared me to do so, but I could question him about it.
“Do what?” His eyes grew dark, and his brow furrowed as he headed toward our suburb. I shifted in the seat, turning my body so I could see all of him and watch the expressions that formed on his rigid face.
“Why didn’t you act in rage? Just the other day you choked me against the wall for no reason, but just now, you did nothing. Even I wanted to punch that guy behind us in the mouth, so I can’t imagine how much he was getting on your nerves too!” I provoked, waiting for him to give me a truthful answer.
“Not everything has to be used as an outlet for anger.” He gripped the steering wheel harder than needed, his knuckles turning white. He was such a liar. He had used me as an outlet for his anger, not once but twice now.
“I call bullshit!” I ranted. He sighed. The sound was something I never heard from him before. It was quite pleasant and different than the normal growl or huff that fell from his lips.
“If you must know, princess, I was more concerned with if you were okay than with anything else.” His confession startled me. I busted out in a crazy evil laugh. One that caused him to cast me a glare of concern.