by KC Kean
Before she can respond there is pounding on the door and shouts from the other side. I recognize Jake’s voice, and as I go to unlock the door, a rough callous hand wraps around my arm. It's the same guy who trapped us in here. Well I assume it is, these guys are like standard issue bad boys, I haven’t been able to differentiate them yet.
"Get your fucking hands off of me,” I growl, as I glare at him.
He loosens his hold only slightly. "I can't let you open that door, Miss Steele."
What does this fucker mean, he can't let me? I don't answer to this guy. I'm practically growling through my teeth at him. I go to step back, but his hand remains wrapped around my wrist.
The. Fuck.
The thunder in my eyes finally has this guy letting go.
Damn straight, asshole.
If looks could kill I’d have burnt him alive with the fire in my glare, but instead I’m gonna have to get physical.
"Luna," Rafe calls, gaining my attention. Distracting me from the pounding on the door and this dead man in front of me.
I move towards Rafe. His tattooed hands braced on his knees, his long brown hair is slicked back into a man bun, his brown eyes searching my face. I don’t like how his olive skin seems pale. I’ve never seen his giant frame look so small.
"Rafe, you need to explain to me what's going on. Why are you here? Why is Cruella back? And what is with the D list boy band?"
"I'm sorry, Luna, so sorry. I'd hoped things had changed and we'd avoided all this. I thought I'd been able to keep you out of their hell hole, but I was naive enough to believe your mother's words.”
He rubs the back of his neck, his sign for being stressed.
“I did everything she asked to make sure they stayed away from you. It wasn't enough, I'm truly sorry, Luna. I swear if I'd known I'd have got us the fuck out of here when she first found us."
My mother moves to the center of the room, clearly missing out on all the attention.
"Like they wouldn't have found her Rafe. This is bigger than all of us and you know it. Don't try and sugar coat it and make her think there's hope, that'll only make it worse. I haven't got time for this and I've been as nice as possible, but we need to get moving. We've wasted enough time having to come find her. I humored the girl, I allowed her the time to fight, now let’s go,” she says, waving her hands in the direction of the door.
"Honestly, what the fuck is going on? Stop talking like I'm not standing right here."
My brain can't process what is going on around me. I have so many questions right now, but I can't seem to figure out which one to start with.
"Luna, I'm sure you are excited and have plenty of questions. I'll answer them in the car, we need to get moving. Now,” Veronica responds, irritation ruining her whole sweet act.
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