Make Me Yours by Alla Kar Read Free Book Online Page B

table, pull back and send a stripe right into the pocket. “Yay,” I screech, flipping my hair. Gotta play the part . As soon as I start talking strategy and reminiscing about me growing up in a trailer park, they all lose interest. Who says ditsy girls don’t rule the world?
       Rod watches my chest as I jump once more, clapping my hands.
       “Good work, sweetheart. Your turn again.” He cracks his neck to the side, and watches me closely, as I bend over. I can feel David’s presence behind me, but I brush it away. I’m about to make one hundred dollars.
       I slip on my game face, and I can tell Rod notices. He lifts an eyebrow and watches as I shoot three stripes in, in a row.
       Rod’s face is white when I glance back up. A nervous flutter runs through my stomach. “Well, Layla. Looks like you’re way better than we thought you were,” he says, voice low, stepping closer.
       I immediately feel the need to run, like Hell. David is behind me, and even though he isn’t big, I know I can’t fight him off. I could maybe out run them, until we got to the door, but once we were in the open, I am dead. I tear at my lip with my teeth. He is examining me, flicking his tongue at his lip ring.
       “You sure learned quickly , Layla,” Rod says, popping his fingers. “I should go into teaching, don’t ya think, David?”
       I don’t dare turn to look at David. He doesn’t say anything.
       “I guess Daddy taught you more than you said he did.” He takes another step forward, until I’m trapped between him and the table. He grabs my chin, hard. “Look at me, when I talk to you, little girl. How long have you been hustling people, huh?”
       I bite my lip hard, his fingers are bruising my cheek, I can feel vomit in my stomach. He lets out a laugh, and digs in his pocket. He brings out a one hundred dollar bill and places it in front of my face. “How about you earn this the right way…on your back. Then will talk about giving you the money.”
       Bile rises in my throat. I have got to get out of here. My skin is cold from fear, and my hands are shaking against the pool table. I’m trying to glance around but Rod is too big and now holding my chin again in his massive hand.
       Please, help me. Someone.   “I’m sorry, you can keep it,” I mumble out, not sure how I found my voice.
       Rod shakes his head. “I don’t think I’m through with you just yet,” he says, leaning closer to my mouth. His breath smells like beer and weed. His different colors eyes are lazy and a smile is riding on his face.
       I grip his wrist, trying to force it away from my face. It doesn’t budge. I’m about to scream, when Rod falls over on me. At first, I’m panicked, knowing he is going to try and take me here in front of everyone. His overly-heavy body, fumbling for balance. Then I look up and see Taylor standing behind him, face cold, eyes narrowed.
       “Get up, Layla,” he says, pulling Rod away from me.
       Rod curses, spits and rubs the back of his head. His eyes are now wide, and a grin slithers up his face. “Oh, I see we have a brave one,” he spits out, cracking his neck.
       David is fully alert on the other side of the room. He looks ready to pounce at any time. Great. Taylor never takes his eyes away from Rod. He is too still, it’s an utterly scary stance. “Looks like Layla has a prince charming, coming to save the day.”
       Taylor smiles, it’s a scary smile. “I’m going to take Layla home. I suggest you assholes beat it before I break your skulls in.” I don’t doubt he can do it either.
       Rod sighs, rubs his fingers over his face and smiles. “I don’t think that’s going to work, pretty boy. See, I have plans for Layla, and I’m not a sharer. So, I insist you get on out of the way, and let me take my pretty little prize ho--,”
       Bam. Right in the fucking neck . It was so fast, I didn’t understand what happened at first. I search for