Page 137 of A Little Jaded
“D-Drake says good game tonight,” I whisper.
“Is he talking to you?” Everett demands through my cell.
“Um…”
“Did he like the video?” Drake challenges. “I know the angle was a little fucked, but I was still impressed. You’ve always been a champ at deep-throating.” He lifts his hand and drags it along the side of my face. “Glad he could experience it once, so he’ll know what he’s missing.”
“We’re almost there.” Everett takes a deep breath. “I’m almost there, Storm.”
“Did he like the added audio?” Drake prods. “I took it from our video. So fucking good, baby. You know how totake me so fucking good. I was almost disappointed I had to film it from outside the cabin.”
Bile floods my mouth and coats my throat, making me want to gag as I glare back at him. “H-how did you?—”
“I put an AirTag on your boyfriend’s car after we jumped him at the gas station. Why do you think I let him walk away in the first place?” His mouth lifts into a sneer, and my blood runs cold, leaving me shivering in the icy darkness. “You need to hang up the phone now, baby.” Drake’s friendliness from moments ago is now laced with a heavy dose of annoyance. Like I’m inconveniencing him or some shit by continuing my call with Everett. Covering my hand with his own, he lowers my arm, slips my cell from my fingers, and tucks it in his back pocket.
“There. That’s better, isn’t it?” he notes. “Wanna tell me why some dipshit handed me a restraining order last week?”
“Drake,” I whisper. It’s a plea.
He grabs my arm and moves even closer. “You promised you’d never leave me, remember?”
“You promised you’d never hit me,” I reply. “Remember?”
His grip squeezes even tighter, and I wince.
“One fuckin’ mistake, and you never let me live it down,” he spits.
I squeeze my eyes shut and ignore the spittle as it hits my cheeks. “W-What do you want, Drake?”
“I’ve missed you.”
My thumb fumbles with the taser’s trigger in my purse as I try to get a good grip on the handle. “How did you find me?”
“Aw, come on. You forget how well I know you. You didn’t think I wouldn’t know you’d go right back to Daddy after quitting Lucian’s shop?” Letting my arm go, he chuckles darkly. “Nepo baby through and through. And since your brother’s been blasting all over his social media about his lastperformance in his hometown, I figured you’d want to be there with you being all chummy with your family lately..”
Understanding races down my spine. “Have you been following me?”
“It’s a shame what happened to his bike.”
My gaze cuts to his. “You touched his bike?”
“I knew your boy toy would be busy with the away game. Called the shop and asked for your dad’s schedule, figuring he’d be gone, too. The receptionist is awfully chatty,” he adds. “Didn’t take a genius to figure out your brother would offer to give you a ride.” Drake’s fingers are strangely gentle as he tucks my hair behind my ear then tilts my head up, examining the storm cloud behind my ear. “This is new, though.”
Stall him.
I tilt my head a little more, giving him a better view. “Do you like it?”
“I fucking love it.” He drops his hand. “Makes you look hot.”
Gross.
Praying he can’t hear the trembling in my voice, I choke out, “Thanks.”
Come on, Raine. Pull the trigger. Just drop the purse and pull the freaking trigger.
“Gonna need you to get in the car for me, though.” His hand finds my waist, and he urges me like he actually believes I’ll willingly go with him after everything we’ve been through. The man is fucking delusional.
I follow his lead, hoping it’ll distract him as I start to pull the taser out, but before it’s free from my purse, Drake snatches my wrist and yanks my purse away. “What you got here, baby?” He twists my hand around, making me wince. Then, he peeks inside my bag, and I already know what he sees. My only line of defense lying helplessly at the bottom. With a low laugh, he demands, “You really thought you coulduse this on me?” The sound grates on my senses, but I keep my lips gnashed together.