Ruthless Empire (Royal Elite 6)
He tightens his hold around my thigh so hard, I wince. “Don’t finish that sentence.”
“Or what?”
Cole shakes his head. “You don’t want to know.”
My insides nearly liquefy at the promise. So I whisper, “I hate you.”
The car comes to a screeching halt. I would’ve hit the dash if it weren’t for the s
eatbelt.
I swallow, expecting Cole to jump me here and now, but his next words surprise me. “Get out.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me.”
“You’re abandoning me here?” I throw a glance out the window. The way to the Meet Up is a bit deserted. The street lights are few and far between and there’s no human soul around. “This is the middle of nowhere. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Get. Out.” His words are firm and final.
My chin trembles as I release my seatbelt and open the door’s handle with unsteady fingers.
I can’t believe he’s doing this to me.
Once I’m outside, I stand near the door as I slam it shut, then I flip him off through the window.
If he expects me to beg him to take me along, he’ll be waiting for a long time.
I turn away from the car, fiddling with my bag so I can call an Uber. The sound of a door opening catches my attention.
Wait. He didn’t leave?
Slowly spinning around, I spot him lifting the Jeep’s boot. His dark green eyes cut a path to my soul as he aims them at me.
“Get in here.”
“Get in where?”
He motions at the boot.
“Have you lost your mind?”
“Apparently you did when you said what I told you not to say.” He’s so calm, it’s disturbing. “Are you going to get inside or not?”
I’m about to say no, but he interrupts me. “A crime happened around here a few days ago. A blonde girl who was running alone in this deserted area got attacked and molested. She’s currently in the intensive care unit.”
I gulp. Even I had heard about that.
“It’s not the first incident. Remember what Frederic said about this serial attacker?” The chilling tone he speaks with covers my skin in goosebumps. “Many women who wander alone early mornings or late evenings in places like these get ambushed. But here’s the plot twist, perhaps the serial attacker will turn into a serial killer, considering he already has a pattern and a victim profile. All the girls are blondes and with fair skin.”
“S-stop it.”
“Blue eyes, too, Butterfly. Just like yours.”
“Fine, arsehole.” I go to his side. “You didn’t plan on leaving me here, did you?”
“Of course not, but you don’t get to ride with me after saying you hate me.”