Chapter Thirty-Three

Graves

Five days. It’s been five days since I texted her from Lennox’s burner phone. Five days of being ignored. Cast aside like I’m nothing, like I didn’t have her writhing on my fingers and tongue. Forgotten, like she didn’t scream my name as she came. Cumming all over Ghost’s pierced cock. Exploding for Nox as he stroked her G spot like Ghost never did. Of course I do that on purpose. Trying to keep a difference up between us.

I’ll lure her to Lennox with those mind fracturing orgasms Ghost just won’t give her. It’s completely unfair but I don’t care, I’ll play so fucking dirty to get what I want.

After she ignored my messages from both Ghost and Graves, I decided to give her some space. Some time apart is good, it makes the heart grow fonder. Of course I’m not really giving her any space. When I’m not watching her from her bedside as she sleeps, I’ve got the video feed of her pulled up on my phone. Watching her float around her house aimlessly, twirling her hair and wringing her hands brings me joy. Satisfaction that my plan is working. Before, she would get lost for hours inside her own mind, sitting stagnant on the couch, stiff and unblinking for absurd amounts of time. When she would eventually come back to reality, her lips would be dry, eyes bloodshot, and limbs stiff from immobility. She was withering before my very eyes.

Five days of complete radio silence from my little siren ends now. She doesn’t work at the restaurant tonight and I refuse to be ignored any longer.

It’s just after 2 pm when I see her emerge from the hotel. Her hair is in a high ponytail and swings from side to side as she walks. She’s looking at her phone as she crosses the lot, not paying any attention to the world around her. She’s so careless about her safety. I rev my engine…nothing. Not even a glance up from her fucking phone. Opening the windows, I do it again. I know she can hear it. Her pace slows but she keeps her eyes down. Ignoring me yet again. Rage wells within me, how dare she fucking disregard my existence. She has to know I’m here for her. To see her . She passes right in front of my truck without as much as a fleeting look in my direction.

She follows Ghost’s rules so well, so obedient and desperate to please him. But, I know there’s a flicker of a spark for Lennox inside of her. I need to find it, expose it, and douse it in gasoline.

She sidles up beside her hunk of junk Civic as I rev up my truck and spin my rear tires. Her face contorts in anger but she continues to ignore me. The burn out is immature and attention-seeking, the equivalent of a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. Black smoke plumes as I burn rubber and kick up rocks and debris, shooting it all over the rear of the parking lot. A car alarm somewhere behind me goes off and that gets her attention. Her eyes are full of ire as she turns to me. Fists clenched at her sides so tight that I’m almost positive her nails are digging into her palms; using the pain to distract her from the emotions welling inside her.

I ease up off the accelerator and my tires slow to a stop. I was pushing it a little too close to causing damage to my vehicle, but it worked. She broke and looked at me, so I’ll put that in the win column.

She opens the back door of her car and throws all her belongings inside. Standing there for another moment, it’s almost like she’s giving herself an internal pep talk. I wonder what she’s saying.

She stomps over to me, her tits bouncing with her barely restrained fury. The feeling is mutual, babe. She’s only a few feet from me when I decide to piss her off just a little bit more. I roll up the windows to the truck. She stops dead in her tracks, clearly confused and offended by my actions. Now she needs to make the decision to seek me out and talk to me since I’m enclosed in my vehicle. This will be a deliberate disregard of what Ghost asked of her.

My palms are sweating and I slide my leather gloves on as I wait to see what she will do. Come on, Mallory, choose me. I won’t make you regret it.

She looks back at her car and then returns her sights to me. I know she can barely see me through the dark tint of my windows, but she can feel my burning gaze upon her. A slow step towards me, then another and another. Triumph threatens to explode out of me in loud hooting and aggressive fist pumping, but I keep it contained.

She stands beside the driver's side door, clearly waiting for me to acknowledge her presence. Isn’t it maddening to be ignored, little siren? A wicked feeling shoots through me as I dish it out as good as she does. I’m about to press the button to roll down the window, looking down upon her from my lifted truck will only piss her off more.

This firecracker never ceases to amaze me as she rips open my door and climbs up on the side step. Levelling me with her smouldering glare.

“What the fuck was that all about?” she snarls at me and all it does is turn me on. Shit, she’s so hot all fired up.

“I don’t like being ignored,” I respond coolly as the car alarm that has been going off this whole time finally stops.

“So, you just decide to show up here and make a fucking scene?” The volume of her voice raises along with her irritation. Giddiness pools in my gut and I have to fight back a smile. I’m getting exactly what I wanted and she doesn’t even realize it. I’ll take her attention whatever way I can get it.

“Forgive me for wanting to make sure my girl is okay,” I say louder than necessary. Her eyes raise back to mine. I watch as the anger dissolves from her body as bone-deep misery starts to pour from her. I can see it, feel it, emitting off her and filling the space around us. The air is heavy with her sadness when her emotion laced voice meets my ears.

“We need to talk.”

“Get in,” I direct.

“No, I don’t th-”

“Get in the truck, Mallory,” I drop the register of my voice and it works her over. Her feet hit the pavement as she closes the driver side door and crosses to the passenger side. I can see her reflection in the side mirror. She’s battling with herself again, knowing she shouldn’t climb up in here with me. She’s right. I’ll do anything I have to in order to call her mine. Ghost already has her but Nox does not.

I see the moment she resigns herself to whatever fate she’ll face when Ghost finds out about this. But she wants to do the right thing by me, because I deserve an explanation as to why she’s been so cold towards me. I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve been the perfect boyfriend material. Warm, soft, accepting, and helpful; I put her pleasure first and disregard my own. I’m protective and apologetic. I don’t know why she wouldn’t want to be with the good side of me. This is all really quite confusing. It’s going in the complete opposite direction than what I expected. Even though the end result is the same, my plan is breathing life back into her. I just assumed I would have to try harder to have her accept the dark part of me. I expected she’d fawn over the Officer Graves side of me and cower before the imposing beast beneath my good guy fa?ade.

My foot pushes down the brake pedal and I shift the truck into drive the second her hand grabs the door handle. She pulls herself up into the cab of the truck and sits down. I’m ready to rip out of this parking lot the second she closes the door. Her eyes widen as she takes in everything around her. I have to guess she’s never even seen a vehicle with a touch screen dash before, much less been in one. Her shocked face is adorable. I’ll allow her this small moment in time before I lean over like a barbarian and close the door for her.

However, it doesn’t come to that and she closes the door on her own, bashful toward the fact she left it open in the first place.

My eyes rake up her body, not missing the way her breath catches and her pulse ratchets up when she catches me checking her out.

“Buckle up,” I say, as I release the break and hit the gas.