Page 36 of Vows of Contempt
I pulled the seat belt around her, getting entirely too close.Her breasts, although covered by my jacket, touched my chest.And I fucking loved it.
“All you had to do was ask for help.”I clicked her belt into place, and she turned her head to look out the dark window.
It might be my imagination.But I felt that familiar sexual tension between us.And it gave me no end of joy.
I pulled back onto the road just as a call came in.“Yeah,” I answered and kept an eye on the road.
“Where the fuck are you?”Carlo's voice reverberated through my car.“Esteban just called and said—”
I cut him off immediately.“I left Raul's.Francesca's in the car with me.”
There was dead silence for a good minute.“What did you say?”Carlo asked slowly, enunciating each word carefully.
And no matter how much shit I was currently in, I couldn't help but smile.“I said that Francesca's in the car.Raul was having an auction of sorts.”
Another long silence.
And then, “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”Carlo's voice held barely restrained anger.“He was auctioning her off?”
I nodded, even though Carlo couldn't see me.“He was hosting it and had a particular eye for Francesca.I obviously didn't let that happen.”
Carlo let out a long, loud huffing sound.“Christ.”
I nodded again.“Yeah.He's pretty fuckin' pissed.”
It didn't take him long to answer me back.“I can imagine.Bring her here.Don't go to your house.You'll be a sitting duck.”He cleared his throat.“Both of you.”
A cool chill ran through me.
My brother was right.
His place was a whole lot safer than mine right now.
“Okay.We'll be there in half an hour,” I said before I hung up.
Wait—did Stefan really just save Francesca from Raul’s evil clutches???
