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“Car didn’t come with one.”

“Fuck’s sake. Don’t suppose you have breakdown?”

I shook my head.

“Fine. Where do you live? I’ll give you a ride back.”

“I’m not telling you that. I don’t even know you.”

“Well, I’m hardly going to be able to take you home if I don’t know where we’re going to,” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I’m ok, thanks. I’ll get a local garage to come out in the morning.”

Demon looked confused.

“Everywhere will be open in a few hours. I’ll just stay here till then.” I opened the door, sliding one leg into the footwell. Until fingers tightened around my upper arm, digging into the flesh. Prick.

Chapter Six

Demon

“You’re not sleeping in your car, Ciara.”

“I fucking am.” She yanked at her arm.

“Out. Now.” My voice came out like a growl, low and threatening, like I was dealing with some rowdy punter from the bar, not a damsel in distress. Even if right now that distress was my own causing.

She glanced up at me, a tiny flash of fear in her brown eyes, quickly consumed by defiance.

“I don’t need your help, Demon. I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself.”

“Really? You gonna push this tin can of junk to the nearest garage?”

“No. I told you. I’ll stay here till morning, then I’ll find some kind soul from a garage who will come out and change this tyre.”

I should just let her get on with it. Let her sleep in her fucking car in one of the most dangerous neighbourhoods in Shields. Let her find someone to help her in the morning when she was cramped and cold and hungry. That’s what I should have done.

“Ciara. I’m taking you home. Now get out of the fucking car.”

She relaxed, sighing, a sound of defeat, and I loosened my grip. Then she spun her arm, whipping it from my grasp, and slid in behind the steering wheel.

“No.”

She pulled at the door. And I knew the minute she got it shut, she would lock me out. Because I would do the same. I wedged my hands into the door frame, glancing over to Fury, who was smirking on the other side of the car in amusement. Twat.

“Such a way with women, Demon,” he chuckled.

“Well, if you think you can do better, be my fucking guest.”

Fury rocked his head from side to side, looking more like he was getting ready to work out in the gym than talk some stubborn woman out of her car for her own good.

“Hey, Ciara,” he said softly, opening the door on the other side of the car. “Let my boy here give you a ride home tonight. In the morning, we’ll help you get someone to sort your car out and get you back for it.”

She sighed, shaking her head.

“I need to be up early. I need to be at the coffee shop and then Uni. I don’t have time for any of this shit right now.”

“We’ll get you back for it as early as you like. Scout’s honour.”