His Rock & Roll Girl (Emerald City #2) by Allyson Lindt Read Free Book Online Page A

place, and crushed against him with a hungry kiss. Every inch of him flared to life, and he held her captive. He pushed his tongue hungrily into her mouth. Every time she whimpered and slid against him, his cock got harder. It had been good in the past, but it had never been like this.
    The whir of a laser pistol winding up filled the parking lot, and something hard pressed into his temple.
    Chuck’s low growl reached Quinn’s ears. “Get the fuck away from her.”

Chapter Nine
    Roz’s stomach plummeted into her shoes, and her head swam, dizzy with the ups and downs of the day. “What are you doing, Chuck?” She tried to keep her tone light, hoping this was all a joke.
    “Don’t worry. He won’t hurt you again.” Chuck glanced in her direction for less than a second, before turning back to Quinn, who had stepped away, hands held at head-height.
    One of Quinn’s hands twitched, and Chuck gave him his full attention. “Don’t move.”
    Roz swayed on her feet, trying to process the moment on top of everything else. It didn’t make sense. Stepping into a world with flying monkeys and munchkins would have been less disorienting. “He wasn’t hurting me.”
    Chuck’s laugh was hollow. “Have you ever listened to yourself? For real? I have, since I started working here. Every time his name comes up. Worst case of Stockholm syndrome ever.”
    The term rolled over Roz, pushing her further into the surreal. “What the hell are you talking about? Do you even know what that means?”
    “Think about it.” Chuck never looked at her, gun hand steady and gaze on Quinn. “Even if he never hit you, you’ve never gotten over his manipulative, psychological abuse. He’s been holding you captive even though you thought you’d left him. I’ve tried to talk you out of it. Show you what you’re missing. You still didn’t listen. Even after I threatened his life, tried to distract you to keep you apart. You still went back to him.”
    She was going to be sick. Betrayal throbbed behind her eyes. Chuck had done this. The vandalism, the destroyed machinery… Death threats against Quinn? She swallowed the bile rising in her throat, but couldn’t get rid of the burn on the back of her tongue.
    “I’m tired of hinting. It’s time to be direct.” He waved the gun at Quinn. “Don’t touch her again. Ever. Or I’ll kill you.”
    Quinn roared and lunged, and Chuck fired at the pavement. Chunks of plas-crete fractured through the air, and the burning plastic smell mingled with the downpour. “Don’t,” Chuck said. “If your life doesn’t matter, I know what does.”
    He pulled the trigger again, and Quinn’s howl split the night. Roz’s scream caught in her throat, choking her when he dropped to the ground, clutching his right hand. Her heart started beating again, pulse racing through her veins at full speed when she saw Quinn was still alive.
    “You fucking asshole.” Quinn’s voice was ragged. “I’ll show you pain.”
    God, she couldn’t let this happen. What was she supposed to do? “Chuck.” She forced her voice to stay steady, defying her rampant terror. “Chuck,” she said again.
    “What?”
    “You’re right.” She didn’t care that it was a lie. How badly was Quinn hurt? She needed to get him help. She had to do something to distract Chuck. “I was confused. You’ve always been there for me.”
    “Nice.” Chuck kept the pistol trained on Quinn, but gave her half his attention. “Really pathetic, but cute. I don’t want you to fall into my arms and profess your love. I just want you to stay away from this bozo.”
    She couldn’t say more—she didn’t trust herself to speak. She stepped closer, encouraged when he didn’t back away. Forcing the last of her hesitation aside, she rose on her toes, and kissed Chuck. The action repulsed her, but he was distracted, even if it was by hesitation. It was what she needed. She grabbed his bottom lip between her teeth and bit hard and