Page 45 of Disobedient Pawn

Myles laughed and looked at me, but I didn’t laugh back. I didn’t say anything. Not only was he barely getting a slap on the wrist, but they were joking about all the girls he’d take out in the future. I stared out the front window grinding my teeth, barely containing the hurt and rage inside. All I wanted was to get back to the academy and put space between us.

“I mean it, Myles, no more racing, or I’ll impound this thing and make sure the guy treats it like a junker.”

Myles sucked in a horrified breath. “Ya wouldn’t dare do that to my Black Beauty?”

“If I catch you racing again, I guess you’ll find out,” Morrison said, walking away. Un-fucking-believable was all that was running through my head.

“Well, looks like we got out of that one easy enough,” Myles said, his voice all cheery as he pulled away from the shoulder. “Ren? You okay?”

Now he cared? He didn’t care that he almost killed us, didn’t care that I was scared or that he’d grouped me in with all the other girls he’d dated, fucked, and tossed aside. But he cared now that I wasn’t speaking to him? Well, he was going to get a lot more of that.

“Ren, come on, talk to me.”

I tuned him out as he babbled about how he just wanted to show off a little and how sorry he was. I didn’t care. When it meant the most, he showed his true colors. He was still begging me to talk to him when we pulled through the gates of the academy property, and my eyes snapped to the men walking around dressed in all black. I stared at them as we drove past, but Myles didn’t even acknowledge they existed. I rubbed my eyes and looked in my side view mirror to make sure I wasn’t losing it, but they were still there.

I wanted to ask who the hell they were, but that would’ve required me to speak to Myles, and that wasn’t happening.

“I’ll pull up front and let you out. Then I’ll go park.” I nodded. “Ren, please talk to me,” Myles begged as he pulled up to the front doors.

I looked at him and hated the stupid sad look on his face, but I wasn’t going to be played. He made me want to hit him square in his sexy face. “You wanted an answer about a date or outing? The answer is no.”

“Ren.”

I opened the door and got out but glared into the car at him. “I’m sure next week there will be yet another new girl you can take out and impress. Maybe one that will actually be impressed with your fancy car, how you almost killed us, and just how much experience you have, but I’m out.”

Flicking the door closed, I walked over to Ivy, who’d already gotten out of Blake’s car. She looked as terrified as I felt.

“You okay,” I asked and spotted the police car pulling up the long drive.

“Oh no,” Ivy said, sucking in a shuddering breath as she grabbed my arm in a death grip. “That’s my dad.” I stared at the driver as the car pulled up, and the man glared at us. I recognized Morrison, and it dawned on me why Myles knew who it was. It wasn’t because he had gotten in trouble with the cops before, but because he was Ivy’s father. The window on the passenger side of the car slid down, and Ivy’s hand shook on my arm.

“Ivy-Rose, get over here right now,” his voice boomed and didn’t hold any of the light teasing it had with Myles. He seemed like two different people, a total Jekyll and Hyde.

I didn’t care who this guy was. He wasn’t scaring me, and he wasn’t hurting Ivy. I took a step forward, but Ivy stayed rooted to the spot, her eyes as wide as saucers. What the hell had he done to her? Anger burned in my gut, and I glared at Morrison as he hollered for his daughter again.

“Come on. I’m going with you.”

“No, you don’t want to do that. Stay on his good side. You don’t want him to know you exist,” Ivy said, but I grabbed her hand as she started away.

“No. I do what I want, and no one intimidates me.” She held my hand tighter as we walked to the side of the car.

Morrison flicked his gaze to me as we stopped beside the car door. “Do you mind? I’d like to have a private discussion with my daughter?”

“Actually, I do mind. Anything you have to say to her can be said in front of me, Mr. Morrison, or do you prefer Sheriff Morrison?” I leaned on the edge of the window.

“Depends on the context, I guess. At the moment, it would be Sheriff Morrison, and you’re lucky I didn’t arrest you.”

“Oh really? For what exactly,” I asked. He glared, but I couldn’t give two shits. “Let’s get something straight, Sheriff Morrison. I may only be seventeen, but I know my constitutional rights and am already studying university-level law. If you want to threaten me, then by all means, but I can name at least a half dozen laws you broke by letting Myles and Blake go earlier. I also happened to be filming the race and caught you letting the guys go on my phone, so unless you’re the one that would like to be in hot water, then I suggest you say what you want to say to your daughter, with me standing here and then be on your way.”

His nostrils flared, and his hands gripped the steering wheel so hard it looked like he would rip it right off. Ivy was clinging to my hand so hard as she trembled that I could feel her nails digging into my skin. That was all the fuel I needed to stare this man—who was obviously a bully—down.

“You really shouldn’t make an enemy of me. What is your name?” He made a point of pulling out his notepad and pen like that would somehow intimidate me. Instead, I smiled.

“Kayleigh Ren Davies, would you like me to spell that for you?”

His pen paused. “As in Neal Davies’ daughter?”

I had no idea why my father would’ve had a reason to have dealings with the local Sheriff, but I decided to keep the shock to myself.