ROME SIGHED before pulling out the keys from Margaux’s bra. He was clenching his jaw painfully as he stopped himself from dipping his fingers back into the soft place where they were from.
He was trying to be cool when he scooped her from the car’s hood and dumped her carelessly on the shotgun seat. She flinched with a slurred cuss, but he deadpanned her and slammed the door on her beautiful face.
‘God, she’s torture,’ he thought before marching around the car and slumping into the driver’s seat. His feet weren’t even heating up on the gas yet when he forcefully stepped on it and made the car jet out of the parking lot.
He drove like a mad man. Everything he saw that night was red. The veins on his wrist were even warning to burst with how he had been controlling himself. ‘I’ll do a kil
