Being the Bad Boy's Victim by Claire Monette Read Free Book Online

head. Bella was going to crack, I’m making sure of that.
     

     
     
     
    Bella
     
    “I didn’t,” I said, pulling my arm out of his grasp. With that, I headed downstairs before he could stop me.
     
    Bella: 3 – Connor: 3
     
    “Sorry about that,” I excused myself as I sat back down. I noticed how Mrs. Michaels, along with my mum, stared at me, a knowing expression on their faces. I subconsciously fixed my hair and straightened out my dress, cursing myself for not doing that before I had come back down.
    When Connor came back, his expression was cold and stony. He didn’t acknowledge me as he sat down, and he only spoke when my mum offered dessert. Everyone, even Sophie and Luca, was silent during dessert.
    “So, Connor, where are you planning to go to college?” my dad asked in attempt to get the conversation going. I couldn’t help but notice the tension between Mr. Michaels and Connor as he asked that.
    “I really like Florida State University,” Connor said.
    I watched as Mr. Michaels frowned, looking away from his son.
    “May I ask why?” my dad asked.
    “The parties and the girls,” Connor said with a cold smile. Something looked wrong about him as he spoke.
    “Connor!” his dad snapped.
    “Oh, and the booze, too,” Connor snapped.
    An awkward silence settled over us as Connor and his father glared at each other from across the table.
    “The dessert is delicious,” Mrs. Michaels said, trying to lighten the mood.
    I have to give her props for the attempt, but it didn’t work because Mr. Michaels only seemed to grow madder by the second.
    “I apologize for my son. Unlike your daughter, he doesn’t seem to have a very bright future, or any future of that sort, ahead of him,” he spat out, still glaring at Connor.
    “I’m sorry, I don’t want to turn into some uptight asshole who doesn’t give a shit about his son,” Connor hissed, standing up at the end.
    Mr. Michaels went red in the face as Sylvia, Mrs. Michaels, tried to calm him down.
    “What, Dad? Mad because I’m right?” Connor yelled.
    Before anything else could happen, Connor walked away. I saw Sylvia look pleadingly at him, trying to get him to stay.
    Now, for some reason, I did something very stupid. I ran after Connor. By the time I was outside, he was starting the car. So I did the most logical thing that popped into my mind, I ran in front of his car, blocking his way out.
    “Move, Bella. Now!” he growled from the open window. I shook my head stubbornly as he glared at me.
    “Bella, move!” he yelled, jerking his car forward in an attempt to scare me off.
    “No, Connor. Please don’t leave,” I pleaded, shivering from the cold.
    Connor continued to glare at me as he got out of his car. I didn’t move as he made his way to me.
    “What are…? Connor, let me down!” I shrieked.
    He threw me over his shoulder, carrying me to the sidewalk before placing me down and walking back to his car.
    “No!” I yelled, running and getting between him and his car.
    “Bella, don’t do this,” he hissed at me, moving closer, which made me move back.
    Soon, I was standing between his door and him, refusing to move.
    “Bella.”
    “No. I’m not letting you leave,” I snapped, crossing my arms defiantly.
    And that was how I ended up being trapped in the backseat of a speeding car, with a furious Connor driving to God-knows-where.

     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 05
     
     
    “Connor, please slow down,” I pleaded from the backseat, struggling to sit back up after he unceremoniously pushed me in.
    “I told you to move,” he simply said, continuing to speed up.
    “Connor, please!” I whimpered. I noticed him glance at the rearview mirror, looking at me. Slowly but surely, the car’s speed decreased. “Thanks,” I mumbled, sitting up.
    He grumbled out a gruff, “You’re welcome.”
     
    Ten minutes later
     
    “Connor Michaels, I demand you stop this car at once,” I snapped, sounding oddly like my mum.
    He