Page 143 of Fatality

I scream, fury tearing through me.

“Already been there.” He leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “And I came back just to drag you there with me.”

He pauses.

“Hit. Me. Harder.”

A shiver runs through me, and my stomach knots.

He turns away, dismissing me completely.

“Ren,” he calls, yanking the office door open. “Get her some tools. Take her to my car. She'll fix it. She stays there until it's done. Tie her to the fucking car if you have to.”

He glances over his shoulder one last time.

The lights in his office cast shadows from his lashes across his cheeks.

Then he grins before turning his attention back to Ren, who's still standing in place.

“She doesn't sleep, and she doesn't leave until she fixes it. You and Varek will make sure of that. Bring her food and water. Teach her how to replace the windshield, the side mirror, and the windows. Show her how to pull the dents out of the hood.”

Ren nods and starts toward me.

I've already straightened, heaving violently, my hands trembling from the adrenaline.

I want to rip his throat out and make sure he watches me chew on it before I spit it back at him.

I step back as Ren approaches, a snarl ripping from my throat like a feral cat's warning.

“Do not fucking touch me, or I swear I will—”

“You'll do nothing to him,” Evren cuts me off. “And he won't touch you.”

He's already reached the doorway.

“But try to lay a hand on one of my men, and I'll deal with you myself.” His voice turns deadly serious. “And when I'm done with you, you won't be making threats. You won't be touching anyone. You won't even be walking.”

Then he walks out, leaving me alone with Ren.

“Okay, the boss says you're staying, which means you're staying.”

Ren's short blond hair gleams beneath the lights, the faded red streaks matching the Crimson Velocity colors splashed across the garage—Black and red.

“Try anything, and you'll die. Or worse. Follow orders, fix his car, and you might make it out.”

He pauses.

“Maybe.”

Ren turns and walks away, clearly expecting me to follow.

Reluctantly, I do.

If I want to get out of here, then for now, I have to play along.

But this isn't over.

Not by a long shot.