Fighting to Forget

Fighting to Forget by Jenika Snow Read Free Book Online

Book: Fighting to Forget by Jenika Snow Read Free Book Online
Authors: Jenika Snow
alone.
    She shrugged.
    He curled his hands into fists at his sides, not angry at her, per se, just angry at the fact she hadn’t been smart enough to at least come with someone else.
    “I was curious.”
    Yeah, he could understand that. The underground fighting circuit was something people tended to get curious about. “It’s not safe that you came here alone. If someone started shit with you inside, there wouldn’t have been much anyone could have done, or much anyone would have done.”
    She swallowed, and he watched her throat work.
    “That was foolish coming here alone, Tasha.”
    Her eyes widened even more. “You know my name?”
    He knitted his brows. “Of course I do.” He stared at her, and took in the long fall of her brown hair. She had it in a ponytail that hung over one shoulder, and her large brown eyes seemed to hold a lot of expression, but there was also a hint of worry behind her dark gaze.
    “I didn’t think you did,” she said softly again.
    He looked around the parking lot, knowing that he needed to get them out of here. Even though he could handle himself, and take down someone that wanted to start shit, he couldn’t stop knives or guns. The fights were held at places the police tended to stay away from. This was a bad part of the city, and even though occasionally a patrol car made rounds, it was a local hangout for junkies, prostitutes, and violence did happen here that had nothing to do with the underground.
    “I’d feel better if you at least got in my truck. We can call a cab or tow truck, or I can take you home?” He kept on alert, watched for anything that looked out of place, and wanted to just get her in the vehicle and drive away from this shithole.
    “Okay, thanks.”
    They made their way over to his vehicle, and once they were both inside he looked at her. “I have a cell if you don’t, although a young girl like you probably does. Do you want to call a tow truck?”
    She was digging around in her purse, pulled out her cell, and cursed. “Of course,” she said under her breath, and held up the phone so he could see the screen.
    There was no signal.
    “Damn. It must be the buildings blocking shit.” He grabbed his cell and saw that he didn’t have service either. “We can drive away from the buildings that are probably blocking everything, and hopefully service will kick back up.”
    “Okay.”
    He stared at her, didn’t say anything for a second, and when she finally looked at him again he spoke. “You can trust me, even though you don’t know me.”
    She smiled, and the sight did something to his chest. He felt it tighten, felt his heart beat a little faster. Shaking his head, Larson faced forward again and started his engine. He didn’t know if he liked the rush of adrenaline that he got when he looked at her, saw her smile, or scented the sweet, floral fragrance that came from her.
    They drove in silence for the next ten minutes, and once out of the city he pulled over in the parking lot of a small coffee and bakery shop. It was open twenty-four hours, but it was after midnight and there was only one person currently inside. He checked his phone, saw he had service now, and looked over at her.
    “You have service?” he asked.
    She nodded. “Yes, thanks. I’ll call a tow truck and have the cab pick me up here.”
    He looked at her profile, saw her nervous expression, one that was slightly uncomfortable, and wanted to reach out to her. It was such a sudden, powerful urge, one that he wanted to hold onto, but he kept his hands on the steering wheel and clenched his jaw.
    “Thank you so much again,” she said.
    “Listen, you don’t have to waste money on a cab or tow truck. If you can wait until the morning I have a friend that works at a small garage on the outskirts of town. He owes me a favor, and he can get your car and tow it to the shop, if you want.” He didn’t know why he was going out of his way for her. He didn’t know her, had done his good

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