Page 91 of Flock
My gaze flits back to where Dominic stands, his chest heaving, his eyes frighteningly feral, before he stalks out of sight.
“He’s good,” Sean assures before he whisks me into his car, and in seconds, we’re back on the dark road, the eerie quiet a stark contrast to the party we just left. If I hadn’t have been there, I would have thought I’d imagined it.
“You’re pissed,” he speaks up as tension grows in the cabin. I am angry, but these men make it impossible to rationalize a functional line of hard limits and remain sane while doing it. But in choosing my battles, this one I’m not backing down from. I’m done with all the mystery.
“First of all, you left me at a party where I hardly knew anyone.”
“I knew enough people to know you were safe, safer than you are locked up all alone in your house.”
“Whatever. Second, you went racing—racing—in the middle of the mountains at night.”
He grins. “Sorry, Mom.”
“It’s fucking dangerous and stupid. Look what just happened.”
“I love that you care.”
“Don’t smile at me all sexy.”
His grin only grows as he checks his rearview.
“Third, what the hell is all this?”
He expels a breath.
“And don’t you dare tell me it was a party, or you can lose my number.”
He flicks his gaze toward me, and it’s unforgiving. I’ve just pissed him off. Good.
“What is this, Sean?”
“It’s your explanation.”
I focus on the beam of the headlights as I sift through my thoughts.
The phone rule, his dealbreaker. The secrecy. The omissions and half-truths. The subtle hints he’s been giving me since the day we met. This is what he’s been hiding, and I still have more questions than answers. It’s not enough.
“Then explain.”
“I just did.”
“You have to know how infuriating this is.”
“Trust me, I do.”
“Yet, you won’t give me anything.”
He glances my way. “Let me guess, you asked around tonight and got no answers.”
“How did you know that?”
“Because that’s how it is.”
“So that’s what this is ... like a secret society? Like the Masons or some shit?”
He doesn’t answer.
“Take me home.”
