“Get the fuck away from her,” Liam growls, barely recognizable.
The guy backs away from me, hands up in the air. “Hurensohn!”
“Keep your filthy fucking mouth shut,” Liam growls, still pointing the gun at him. “Now get the fuck out of here before I put a hole in your dick.”
Adrenaline courses through my veins as the guy slowly backs away, keeping his eyes fixated on the gun.
“Fine, you can have her,” he says in a German accent. “I was just fucking playing.”
BANG!
My eyes shoot closed from the sharp sound of another bullet ricocheting off the ground.
The guy shrieks. “Scheiße!”
“LEAVE!” Liam barks.
Both guys run off, and Liam immediately marches toward me. I can’t even process what just happened before he grabs my arm and hauls me out of the alley.
“Is that my gun?” I mutter, perplexed as he puts it back in his pocket.
“Yup,” he replies, dragging me out of there.
So he picked it up off the ground.
“Goddammit, Jas!” he suddenly barks, turning around violently. “I look away for one second, and two fuckers have you pinned!”
I just stand there with a scowl.
“C’mon,” he growls, and he grabs my arm again, dragging me all the way to the parking lot.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Home,” he says, his voice more like a grunt.
He drags me all the way back to my car and presses the key pad to unlock it, then pulls open the door. “Get in.”
I stare him down.
“I said, get in.”
It’s not a question. At all. And judging from the furious look in his eyes, I don’t want to mess with him right now. So I hop into the passenger seat, and he slams the door shut behind me only to hop into the driver’s seat himself.
“But—”
“I’m driving,” he barks. “Now put on your seat belt.”
I snort. “You literally just shot a gun at someone, and now you’re asking me to put on a seat belt?” I laugh it off but still do what he asks. “You’re a weirdo.”
“I’m trying to fucking keep you safe,” he says, hands firmly on the steering wheel. “Unlike what you were doing.”
“What I was doing?” I scoff as he puts the gear into reverse and backs up so fast it leaves marks on the asphalt.
He drives off like he’s in a mad rush. “Is this what you wanted, hmm? Danger?” he growls. “Because you got it all right.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, holding my seat for dear life. “I was just trying to dance. I didn’t ask to be groped!”
The car feels like it’s going a million miles an hour across the road back through the deep forest.