Page 59 of Disobedient Pawn

“Is that so,” he said, lowering his voice, and my stomach somersaulted. “Den maybe I should be talkin ta ya like dat all da time. I could even be talkin dirty ta ya. Tell ya all da tings yer makin me wanna do to ta ya.”

Okay, that was hot. I stood staring at his smiling face far longer than I should’ve and finally managed to look away. Clearing my throat, I grabbed the buggy. “Come on. I’ll try this.”

Stepping up onto the buggy, Myles trapped me with his body as he gripped the bar on either side of my hands. His body was brushing my back, and if I weren’t already hot, I would be now.

“Admit it, ya be thinkin’ me accent is sexy,” he whispered in my ear. My hands tightened on the handle of the buggy. “Say how ya be wantin’ me ta talk dirty to ya in class and get ya all hot. How naughty it would be if Mr. Willis heard.”

“I’m not saying that, and I definitely don’t want Mr. Willis overhearing,” I said, but my shaky voice gave away that he was not far from the mark. I’d never heard anything that made my stomach tumble like he did with a few words.

“Den tell me ya dinnie like it, go ahead and say da words, but I know ya will be lyin’.” His breath brushed against my skin, and even after all I’d learned and all the questions I had, nothing could’ve stopped my body’s reaction to him. I’d only ever kissed one boy, and it had been a tween peck on the lips. I wanted to kiss Myles the way I’d dreamed of. But the fear of letting myself fall that far for someone that would undoubtedly hurt me in the end, kept me from turning in his arms and kissing him now.

“Fine. I find it sexy. Can we go now?” I gripped the buggy so hard that my nails were leaving little indents in the palm of my hand.

“I know ya can do better den dat. Ya can keep tryin’ to deny it, Snowflake, but we have something between us. I plan on making ya mine.” Myles let go of the buggy, and I took a deep breath and tried to settle the wild jitters that had my body trembling. It wasn’t fair he made me a stuttering mess while he looked as calm as ever. It was so annoying.

“So what are ya needing,” Myles asked as he walked beside me. It hit me that we must look like a couple as an older woman passed by and smiled at us.

“Um…everything.”

“Captain, I think we’re going to need a bigger buggy,” he said, and I couldn’t help laughing at him and his JAWS impression.

“Okay, maybe not everything. If you want to wander on your own, you can. Don’t think you have to stay with me.”

“Why would I want to wander on my own when watching ya smile is the highlight of my night?” He smiled wide, and I rolled my eyes.

It was official. If I were made of snow, I would be a puddle on the floor by now as another wave of heat flashed through my body. What did one even say to that statement?

The hardest part was picking a new pair of hiking boots. I couldn’t decide if I wanted summer or winter, so I just got both. Myles was as enthusiastic when we were ready to check out as he was when we arrived. The issue came when we went back to the car and realized there was little to no space to put everything.

“Well, shit on a stick, this is going to be an issue,” Myles said as he wandered away on his phone. “Give me a second.”

I didn’t know who he was talking to, but I hoped it wasn’t Nash.

“Okay, it’s taken care of. My father’s driver will be here with the limo in ten minutes. Do you want to sit in the car where it’s warmer?”

“No, I’m good. I’m warm from shopping anyway.” We chatted a little, but I kept thinking about the lineup of black limos at my mum’s funeral. I figured that was normal at the time. It was what you saw in movies, and I’d only been to one other funeral that I was too young to remember. The black limo was easy to spot as it pulled into the parking lot, and Myles waved at the driver.

It was identical to the one that had picked me and my father up from the airport. Was being part of some large crime family what the limo meant, not just that they had money? What else in my life was a lie?

As the car came to a stop, the trunk popped open. Suddenly I couldn’t stop myself from wondering how many bodies had been back there. I quickly snuffed out that thought before it could take root.

“Sir, would you like help with the bags,” the elderly man asked as he stepped out of the car.

“No, I’m good, Frederick. You stay in the car.” He waited until the older man was in the car with the door closed before he whispered. “He’s really getting too old for this, but he refuses to retire.”

Grabbing a few bags, I went to the back of the limo and helped load the trunk. It would be full by the time we were done.

“You’re not planning on getting a bunch more, are you,” Myles asked as he closed the trunk. “I’ll need my pickup truck if you do.”

I shook my head. “No, I just need one outfit.”

Myles knocked on the trunk, and the limo drove away. “Frederick will take the bags to my house, and tomorrow I’ll swap everything over to my truck and bring it to the academy for you. Or are you planning on hiking away from us tonight?” Myles smirked.

“Not a bad idea, actually, but no, that works fine. Thanks for all the extra hassle. I wasn’t even thinking once we started shopping.”

Myles waved it off as he opened the Ferrari door to let me inside. “No worries, I’ll let you pay me back later.” There was nothing wholesome about the look he gave me.

I needed to be stricter with myself if I was going to keep my heart safe from his grasp. I could feel my resolve slipping, and Myles McCoy was dangerous, now in more ways than one.