Free Redemption by Alla Kar Page A

grabbed my bag. “Let’s go.”
    I sped walked through the entrance and out the double doors. This guy was nuts. But before I could reach the vehicle, five rough fingers grasped the crease of my elbow and swung me around. There was a sneer on his face that sent a tsunami into my panties. Jesus, no one is supposed to look this good angry.
    His eyes lowered to my mouth, and his breath brushed across my lips. “My problem is those fuckin’ things you’re wearing on your legs.”
    What? “My leggings? What the hell are you talking about?”
    He pinned me with a look that sent chills up my spine. “You don’t need to wear them around me anymore, Angel. Or anyone else in that damn gym. Don’t do it.”
    Oh God, I was so hot. Why had it gotten so hot out here? I tried to push away the lustful feeling building in my lower stomach, while gasping for a fresh breath. “I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want to wear. You’re not my boss. I checked with the boss of me, and she said I could wear whatever the fuck I wanted to wear!”
    A look I couldn’t pinpoint crossed his face, and then he jerked me an inch closer to him . “You’re going to be a problem, aren’t you?”
    “What?” I tried to toss my hands in the air, but he tightened his grip. “I’m not going to be anything to you. Let me go before I slap the shit out of you.”
    Something brewed in his grey eyes, and I wanted every bit he had to dish out. What was wrong with me? I just found my fiancée cheating on me, and now I’m wanting to jump some strange man—abnormally rugged and beautiful man—but still a stranger.
    He loosened his grip but took a step back from me. “Let’s go now,” he whispered.
    “Don’t rush me,” I spat.
    He screwed his eyes shut and shook his head slowly. He walked over to the passenger seat and slid inside. Lucy looked up at me, and I motioned for her to get in the backseat of Dad’s Dodge.
    The leather was hot from the sun, but I welcomed the heat, because I already felt like I was on fire. Lucy growled form the backseat.
    Declan turned and lifted a brow. “Is she growling at me?”
    I started the car. “You took her seat,” I said calmly. “I can’t blame her. You’re so approachable.”
    He barked out a laugh and drug his fingers through his raven colored hair. “I’m a nice guy when I need to be but this time I don’t need to be.”
    I turned toward him. “I don’t deserve for you to be nice to me? I saved your life.”
    Suddenly he was closer to me than before, his mouth an inch from my own. “Angel, you deserve more than I’ll ever be able to give you, and that’s why I need to stay away from you. I’m nothing but bad news, Champ. You don’t want me to be nice to you, because I won’t let you go when I do.”
    Well that settles things. I couldn’t move a muscle. I only stared as he fucked any other man’s chances at seducing me. “When do I get to vote?” I asked, and then I realized what I said.
    Oh God. A low hum vibrated in his throat, and he touched the pad of his thumb against the corner of my mouth. “This isn’t a democracy. You don’t get a vote.” He leaned back, tightened his hands into fist on his knees and looked out the window.
    Damn, and it’s over just like that.
    I should have been embarrassed that I was on the verge of shaking in front of him, but I just drove without a word or glance in his direction. Something sparked between the two of us, and he was the damn rain trying to put it out before it started.
    And there was a part of me that was angry because of it. I didn’t know the man from Adam, but I wanted him like a drug. I craved him like an addiction.

Chapter Seven
    Rage
     
    I was going to hell.
    It was official. Demons would drag me out of my bed and into the fiery underworld soon. I couldn’t take much more of her sarcastic, smartass, sexy as sin attitude. I wanted her so badly that I ached when I saw that kid flirting with her. Not to mention him on top of her, it