Fake Dating The Bad Boy For Revenge. 18+ novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.

The sight of her pink jeep speeding towards me sent me into a panicked frenzy as I rose to my feet and walked towards the driveway. Before I could even blink, Sloane parked her car, hopped out in less than a few seconds, and rushed towards me.

The first thing I saw as she ran towards me was her panicked state, her wild hair and the way she trembled like she’d been exposed to cold. We were in the middle of summer…no one was feeling cold at this moment. My mind drifted to the sound of her wince while we were on the phone a couple of minutes ago, and my eyes involuntarily ran over her entire body.

I looked at her clearly, looking for anything off. Her hair was wild and unruly, he clothes looked like they’d been roughed up by someone, her skirt looked off as well… basically, she didn’t look okay.

My hands twitched in my pockets before I removed them and ran up to meet her halfway.

“Sloane, what the hell happened to you?” I asked, grabbing her by her forearms, but before my hands could even settle on them, she visibly winced and shivered at the slight contact. “What….what is it?” I blinked in confusion.

She smiled hesitantly at me and grabbed my hand wordlessly. “We need to go inside. I don’t know if I was tailed on the way here.” She said, her tone still as frantic as before.

“Tailed? What do you mean?” I asked. Was that why she keeps looking around us as though she were searching for something….or someone? ‘Sloane, talk to

"What happened?”

“Nothing happened.” She said, and I fixed her with a deadpan look.

“Don’t lie to me, Sloane.” I knew when she was lying, so why does she ever bother trying to? “Did he touch you?” I swear if he fucking did, I’ll kill him.

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.

“He really didn’t, I’m not-” I was saying, but stopped as he tilted my chin up. My breath hitched as his thumb brushed the side of my face, tracing the faint mark Killian’s hand had left on my jaw. His eyes burned when he saw it, and I know there was nothing I could say or do to stop him.

Killian was a dead guy walking.

“Sloane,” he said, my name coming through his lips like he was holding onto the edge of something. I caught the way his jaw clenched as his eyes darkened, and I gulped. “You don’t lie to me. Not about something like this.”

The lump in my throat cracked open, and I knew there was nothing I could say odo; Lucien would pull the words from my lips no matter what. I shook my head, blinking fast to fight the tears threatening to spill, but it wasn’t enough beause the tears still came. “I didn’t want to make it worse,” I said, my voice trembling, as I winced at the pain in my arms. “We just need to think. We have to get that video before he-”

“Before he what?” Lucien cut in, his tone lowering dangerously. “Because I guarantee he won’t be able to do any fucking thing”

“What are you going to do, Lucien?”

“Something I should have done last night instead.” He said, and an ominous feeling washed over me.

“Lucien….don’t”

“Don’t what.” He asked, his voice turning darker.”Don’t crush the bastard who hurt you like this? No, Sloane. I’m afraid no one can save him from me, not even his dead fuckin father.”

“Okay, but please….Don’t lose control.” I pleaded, whispering to him.

“Control?” He chuckled like it was a funny absurdity. “That’s the problem, Sloane I lost control a long time ago.” He kissed my forehead and whispered.

“Stay here.”

And before I knew it, he pulled away from me, forcing me to lose the warmth heave. I watched him go back as he walked over to his bike and zoomed off The last thing I heard was the loud roar of his Harley engine as he zoomed off.