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I sift through change, a few receipts, and some tools. I see a pen and
pull it out, clicking the top to load it and scribble on my hand.
Black.
Everything in here is fucking black. Anything I write won’t show up. I
dig back inside the console and my fingers curl around something long with
a grip on it. I pull it out, seeing that it’s some kind of pocket knife.
My heart starts beating faster. He’s a prick, but I’m not quite sure I want
to get that destructive. Carrie Underwood’s “Before He Cheats” starts
playing in my head.
I pinch the groove on the dull side and unsheathe the blade, jumping
when it snaps out. The curve is scary and intense, and I hold it up, studying
it and wondering if I really want to leave him what’s sure to be a very
expensive message.
And then I think about Katelyn straddling him on this very seat, riding
him, and I want to do a lot more than just cut up his truck.
But the door suddenly opens, and I jump, seeing Masen step up and
come right for me, slamming his door shut.
I gasp, tossing the knife up to the front and twist around, yanking the
handle of the other door.
It opens, but he grabs it and pulls it closed again, pushing down the
lock.
The truck is dark again.
His arms come around me, and I gasp as he hauls me back against him,
holding me as I struggle.
“Get off me!” I yell, trying to get free.
“Were you jealous?” he growls in my ear, and I can hear the smile in his
voice. “Were you mad you could be so easily replaced? Is that why you’re
in here, trying to do some shit to my car?”