Free Sweet Submission (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Kathryn Thomas Page B

and did the same. Afia was trying to climb out through the space between the driver’s and passenger’s seats to get away. Rayan climbed into the driver’s seat and elbowed her back. 
     
    Afia screamed, “I’m not going anywhere with you!”
     
    He had been drinking.  She had no desire to ride anywhere with a drunk driver. Even if Rayan had no concern for his own life, Afia had reasons to live. She threw her body forward and reached for the keys, but he dangled them beyond her grasp with a nasty laugh. “You say we don’t support you and we try to control you? Well, which one is it, Afia? I’m only trying to give you what you asked now, and yet you still fight me,” he ground out.
     
    The smell of liquor roiled off him in waves. Afia slumped back, tears streaming down her face. She stared wildly back at the house where her mother had run out behind them, but Rashad was pulling her back inside. If she knew her father, he was probably warning Fatima not to cause a scene.  Rashad would be appalled if their wealthy neighbors witnessed the family squabble.
     
    It was dusk, and the streetlights were popping on along the tree-lined avenue. The houses of the neighborhood were well-kept and nice cars crowded the driveways. It was a picturesque, dreamy twilight setting, at odds with the scene taking place in the Amini yard.
     
    Afia gasped for air, wondering at which point her life had become such a nightmare. “Fine, Rayan, fine!” she exploded. “Take me to the supermarket to meet Sam. He’ll be there shortly and take me off of all of your hands for good. I say goodbye and good riddance!”
     
    Rayan jammed the key in the ignition and shot backwards out of the driveway at alarming speeds. Afia was slung to the side and scrambled into her seatbelt, gripped by panic. He was really doing it. Her heart hammered beneath her chest as the car struggled to remain on the right side of the road. Her brother’s driving was erratic and far too fast for safety. Trees were a shadowy blur.
     
    He careened through a curve and bounced over a dip in the road, darting into the stream of traffic on the main highway, as she clung on for dear life. The vehicle narrowly missed clipping another car.  Horns honked. “You’ll kill us both!” she protested to no avail.
     
    “You’re already dead to me, Afia! I showed you nothing but love and respect, k-kindness and consideration. I wanted nothing…nothing but the best for you,” he sputtered the words in a drunken stammer. He slammed on brakes as the truck in front of him eased to a halt at a red light. Rayan whipped around the truck and powered onward, blithely ignoring the traffic signal. A car with the right-of-way screeched and squealed, fishtailing to avoid colliding with them, and Afia screamed in terror.
     
    “Why are you doing this to me?!” she shouted.
     
    He shouted back mockingly, “Why are you doing this to me? Why are you doing this to me, Afia?”
     
    “I’m not doing anything to you, brother, please!” She changed her tone, realizing her anger and fear were only driving his outrage.  She leaned forward with tears streaming down her face and told him sincerely, “I love you with all my heart, Rayan. I always looked up to you. I know that you’ve been going through some troubles, and I only wanted to get you some help. But, this situation with me and Sam has nothing to do with you. I’m not trying to defy you or Maman and Baba. I just want to live!”
     
    “You selfish girl, when will you learn?” he sounded incredulous. “Look at me, Afia. No one is perfect, but we all have a role we have to play. I play mine. You were supposed to play yours. All you had to do…all you had to do was marry Jabar.”
     
    Afia shook her head in confusion. She didn’t understand. “Rayan, I couldn’t marry Jabar. I didn’t love Jabar.”
     
    “I said play your role!” he shouted furiously.
     
    The wheel jerked in his rage. Afia yelled, “Look out!” The