“You could take me with you. Keep me as bait,”
I stood from the motorcycle and walked to him. I leaned into his window, the scent of cologne hitting me sharp in my face. “Ever gone to a hospital for a psych consult? I think you’re unwell,”
He grinned this time. “And so are you.”
I heard the sharp sound of tires roughly kissing the asphalt ground next. My head perked up, my heart already falling to the floor as Decker barely even parked his car right before he began storming to me.
He was mad mad. “I can explain—”
He didn’t want an explanation. His hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, tugging me forward like I was nothing. Again. I tried to pull it off but he just kept tugging. “I swear to hell, I’m going to hurt you—”
“Kane. You should handle her with more care. I don’t like my things ro
