Free Unwritten by Tressie Lockwood

bite, I tell you that,” he said, “but that’s because I raised you tough.”
    She rolled her eyes and she stood. “I don’t remember you raising me, and you’re only three years older.”
    “I took care of you when your parents were working all the time.”
    She ignored the stroking of his own ego. “When are you going to realize this is a bad idea, Anthony, and let me go?”
    He turned his back. “Come on and eat. I made you some eggs.”
    “You know me so well,” she bit out and followed, plotting her next attack. She took in his broad back. If she jumped him now, he’d pluck her off like a bothersome gnat. He had a gun. Could she use it against him? He was still her cousin, and she did love him despite what he’d done, but he deserved prison. She would not help him to get out of town or the country, or whatever his plan entailed.
    They strode across the living room to a small dining area. The place seemed really nice, but not exactly Anthony’s style. Two plates of food sat on the table, both with bacon, eggs, and toast. She took a seat and sighed.
    “Where are we?” She picked up the fork beside her plate and pushed the food around without eating it. “This isn’t your place.”
    Anthony tucked into his food, shoveling it into his mouth like someone threatened to steal it if he didn’t. When he took a breath, he answered her question. “No, it’s not mine. This penthouse belongs to a friend. He owed me a favor.”
    “Penthouse?”
    “Yeah.” He grinned. “The elevator travels from the lobby to this apartment. Pretty cool. I was careful before I went in, so I didn’t spend a lot of money, but if I did, I would have gotten something like this. Different furnishings, though, but definitely I’d live big. I will once I get out of here. Maybe go to Fiji. What do you think, Evie? Fiji?”
    “I think I want to go home.”
    He slammed his fork down, and his plate rattled. “When are you going to get it straight?”
    “I’ve got it straight,” she shot back. “You’re the one that’s delusional.”
    He gritted his teeth and blew air so hard out of his nose his nostrils flared. “Eat your food.”
    She shoved the plate away. “You act like you know me so well, but all you see is what you want to see. All you do is what pleases you. I don’t eat eggs.”
    “Since when?”
    “Birth.”
    His chair banged the floor when it turned over, and he walked around the table to her side. She thought he’d hit her again, and she shrank away, her arm up to block the blow. He grabbed the plate and threw it across the room. Eggs, bacon, and toast splattered the wall, and the plate shattered.
    “Go back to the room. I can’t look at you right now.” His voice cast low warned of his state of mind. He seemed close to snapping. Chills raced up and down her spine, and she tried rubbing away the goose bumps on her arms.
    “Anthony—”
    “Get in there, Evie! Now!”
    She ran from the room and slammed the door behind her. A full five minutes passed before she could calm down, and then she realized she was hungry and she needed to go to the bathroom. Rather than risk facing Anthony again, she crossed the room and sank down on the bed. Would Kian rescue her? He would if he knew where she was. If she wasn’t even in Charlotte, Anthony had gotten her past whatever roadblocks the FBI had set up. Even with every man available to hunt down Anthony, they couldn’t be everywhere and cover each little back road. If she wanted freedom, she might need to start using her head and stop provoking her cousin. Then she could get out of there.
    Moving from the bed, she pulled the nightstand drawer open and searched its contents. Batteries, a flashlight, and a couple of iPod charger cords met her gaze. She shoved these items aside and reached for the facedown magazine. She cringed when the busty naked blonde came into view. Forcing herself to examine the cover, she looked for an address label but found none. Of course. If