Rock Chick 05 Revenge by Kristen Ashley Read Free Book Online Page A

an excuse. I had just had a near-death experience.
    “You’re nuts! You’re crazy! You’re following me. You handcuffed me. We just got shot at. I can’t believe this shit. Take me to my goddamned car!”
    He pulled over, the Porsche moved sleekly under his command but this was still sudden enough for me to snap my mouth shut. When he had the car idling, he turned to me, his left hand shot out, wrapping around my neck and pulling me toward him.
    Our faces an inch apart, he said, “Quiet, Ava.”
    “I will not be quiet,” I screamed in his face. “I’m freaked right the hell out. We were just shot at! I think we just ran away from a crime scene. And, I repeat, you just handcuffed me to you!”
    “You got the choice to be quiet or I’ll shut you up.”
    “Yeah? How are you gonna do that? Gag me?” I yelled.
    “I had somethin’ else in mind.”
    “Fuck quiet!” I shouted, ignoring his words, totally in Freak Out La-la Land. “I need tequila. I need my car. I need to call Sissy,” I was rambling and I knew it but I had been in a room that exploded .
    “Quiet,” he repeated, his voice holding a low warning.
    I also ignored the warning. “Seriously, take me to my goddamned car.”
    “Why am I always repeating myself with you?” he asked, sounding slightly impatient.
    “Maybe because I don’t snap to when you tell me to do something like all the other women in your life likely do,” I retorted, sounding bitchy as all hell.
    It was at that, he jerked me forward with his hand at my neck, his head slanted and I kid you not , he kissed me.
    For your information, those lips were hard when they kissed you.  
    Ho-ly crap!
    I was stunned still as his mouth moved over mine. Then he let me go as quickly as he kissed me, turned back to the wheel and we moved into traffic.
    I decided my best course of action at that moment was to stay silent. It was a good thing to do. It gave me the time to bury Luke’s hard, angry kiss right down deep next to him shielding me from gunfire with his body and us getting shot at.
    I’d wanted Luke to kiss me like, for ages but not like that. I didn’t even know you could kiss someone like that.
    My silence and our drive also gave me time mentally to rehearse my conversation with Sissy about this incident: Um, Sissy, you know that pottery collection, “Day of the Dead” by Stephen Kilborn, you’ve been painstakingly collecting for years…?
    We were in lower downtown when Luke’s right hand moved, taking my left one with it, pulling me out of my unhappy thoughts, to flip down his sun visor. The car slowed and he hit a button affixed to his visor then he flipped it back up, his (and my) hand moving to the stick as he downshifted.
    “Where are we going?” I broke the silence.
    He turned into an underground parking area and headed to an open spot of which, I noted, there were many.
    “You’re staying at my place while I find out what the fuck is goin’ on.”
    He parked, pulled up the brake and turned off the car while I processed this information, coming to the conclusion I did not want to be at Luke’s place while he found out what was going on. I didn’t want to be at Luke’s place at all.  
    Before I could protest (not that it would matter), he got out his side, which meant considering I was attached to him I had to scramble over the seat and follow him.
    “Luke, I need to get my car, my purse is in my car,” I said while he closed the door behind me and bleeped the locks. I used a calmer, more rational voice, hoping to impress him with my cool attitude and get him to do what I wanted.
    “One of the boys will bring it here,” he said, hitting the button to an elevator.
    “What boys?”
    “Lee’s boys.”
    Oh. Well then. That was my car taken care of.
    I carried on to the next important subject. “I should go home. I’m supposed to call Sissy.”  
    He turned to me, eyes assessing. “You know where Sissy is?” he asked.
    Oops. I’d just outed myself on the