Kai jerks her hand out of my grasp, realizing I’m trying to control her with my touch. “You bastard.”
She holds her hand against her chest, away from my reach.
“You’re not in control, Kai. You never will be; I know you too well. And I won’t let you win—you’re mine. Accept it, and I will make your life so much easier.”
“And if I don’t?”
I pause, letting the wind rustle through us. When it calms, I speak.
“Then you will continue to hate everyone, including yourself.”
I beep the car fob and climb into the car, waiting for her to make up her mind. Go back inside or come with me. Because going to see her father isn’t an option.
I have more security here than she could ever imagine. Westcott has more skills than she realizes for a fifty-year-old man; he’s more security guard than butler.
She will never escape. Not until I determine it’s safe.
I owe her that.
She climbs into the passenger side.
“You don’t scare me,” she repeats her words from earlier.
“I know.”
“You won’t fuck me.”
“I know.”
“Then what do you want with me?” she asks.
I press my foot down on the gas, not being gentle as we speed off.
Everything. I want fucking everything.
3
Kai
I stride into Surrender like I own the place.
And I guess technically I do—at least I own it as much as Enzo does. And he walks in like everything and everyone should bow to him as soon as he enters. So I mimic his behavior.
I am strong.
I am fearless.
I am losing my fucking balance in these heels.
Why is it heels are what women are supposed to wear to feel powerful and in control? Why didn’t society pick something like tennis shoes, or better yet, furry slippers for women to wear?
But no, society decided women only look hot when balancing on six-inch spikes.
Instead of following Enzo, I walk next to him. Trying my best to look like an equal, instead of his pawn. I don’t know where we are going, but I assume Enzo’s office.
I was right.
We enter his office and almost immediately t