Page 3 of Until Mayhem


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Oh, ground, swallow me whole.

“Wh-what?” I stuttered.

“You heard me. Why were you tailing us?”

“I wasn’t—”

“You were, and you’re shit at it. Clocked you staring when we got here. Since you seemed interested earlier, I got a permit to carry—nice and legal. You called the cops, I’m good to show them.”

My brows lowered. “Why would I call the cops?”

He smirked, but it wasn’t with amusement. There was a bitter edge to it. “You’d be surprised how many people call the cops on us for simply living.”

My chest tightened with apprehension that bordered on fear as the rest of what he’d said sank in. “I didn’t see any gun.”

He studied my face, but rather than looking assured, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. “Why were you following us?”

“I wasn’t,” I said again, which was a half-truth but whatever.

“Someone send you?”

“Me? Who? Why?”

“You, because you’re fuck-all hot and could easily wrap a man around your little finger with just the fantasy of you wrapping those fuckable lips around their dick. Who, I dunno, that’s why I’m askin’. And the why depends on that who.”

I stored the first part away to think about at a much later time, from the safety of my own home and far, far away from Tattooed Hottie. Right then, I focused on the only parts that mattered.

“I wasn’t sent by anyone for any reason,” I insisted. “I need to go.”

“Someone expecting you?”

“Yes.”

I’d thought my answer was a smart way to make it known someone would notice me running late if he kept me there longer, but quickly realized I was wrong when his already brooding glare intensified.

“Who?” he bit out.

“None of your business,” I snapped back.

“It is if you’re following us for them.”

I nearly laughed at the absurd mental image. “Trust me, I’m not. Now move before I scream.”

A twisted smile curled his lips. “Oh, princess, I hope you do.”

My trickle of fear turned into a raging river. I had my pride, but I also had a strong sense of self-preservation. My ego wasn’t worth them thinking I was some shady spy.

“I thought you were hot,” I admitted quickly. “That’s why I was watching you.”

His head jerked back a little and his sinister smile shifted into a cocky smirk. “You think I’m hot?”

My self-preservation vanished with a poof just as fast as it’d shown itself because I shrugged and muttered, “I thought you all were hot. Past tense.”

Jaw clenched, he gritted out, “Nah, princess, your eyes were on me—only me.”

Before I could stick my foot further into my mouth, one of the other men spoke. “N…” he started before pausing. “He texted. We gotta hit the road.”

The man continued staring at me, his eyes slowly scanning my face.

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