Page 73 of Find Me

Movement to my left caught my attention and I saw that he had my bottle of Jack.

“What are you doing?” I questioned and reached for it.

He lifted it out of my reach and backed away. I looked from the bottle to him. He actually looked remorseful as he walked over to the sink and tipped the bottle upside down, pouring it out.

I pressed my fingers to my lips. The betrayal was sobering enough that I felt humiliated and everything I was trying not to feel came rushing to the surface. The heartache. The fear. The anger. And he was dumping my way to escape it all down the drain.

I stormed out of the kitchen and went to my room. I ripped open my closet and flicked through my dresses angrily until I found a short, red summer dress with tie straps. I yanked it off the hanger.

Knox was standing by my bedroom door when I came out of the closet. “What are you doing?” he asked.

I ignored him as I tossed my dress on the bed and removed my top. I was still in my Hulk pajamas. I threw my shirt at him, which he caught. “Are you going to watch?” I snapped with my arms out.

The look he gave me said he was calling my bluff. Only I wasn’t bluffing. I shrugged. “Fine.” I pulled down my pajama shorts, then unhooked my bra and tossed that at him, too.

“Damnit, Shiloh,” he cursed and looked toward the ceiling.

I slipped on my dress and stepped into a pair of black flats. I grabbed my purse, phone, and keys that were on my dresser next.

“Where are you going?” Knox questioned as I put the strap of my purse across my body.

“None of your business,” I answered as I passed him to exit my room. “Lock up when you leave,” I said over my shoulder before I walked out the front door. Once out on the porch, I pulled up a car service app on my phone. I was about to hit confirm after picking my destination, which was the nearest bar, when my phone was snatched out of my hand.

Knox read my phone before shoving it in his pocket. “You’re not going to a bar. For one, you’re not twenty-one. Two, you’ve had enough to drink today.”

I wasn’t going to argue with him. Fighting with him would only hurt me in the end because I was the only one of us who truly cared. I walked away instead.

“Where are you going?” he asked, sounding as frustrated as I felt.

I scoffed. “Like I’d tell you.”

He let out a slew of curses, ran to catch up, and before I knew it, he threw me over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” I hit at his back and kicked my legs.

“No.”

I didn’t stop fighting as he walked past my house and went into his.

“You stupid, muscle-headed bastard!” I yelled, grabbing for the door frame as we went through it, but I couldn’t get a good enough grip.

“What the hell is going on?” I heard Creed ask, just before Knox set me down in the middle of their living room.

Creed, Colt, and Keelan were all standing around the couch, staring at us wide-eyed.

I glared at Knox. “Why did you bring me here?”

“Because you’re hellbent on self-destructing,” he snapped.

“I was doing fine before you showed up,” I snapped back and stomped my foot. “I feel so stupid for letting you kiss me!”

“What?” Keelan, Colt, and Creed said at the same time and looked at Knox.

Knox refused to look away from me. “You’re drunk, Shiloh.”

“So what?!” I yelled. The decision not to argue with him was thrown out the window. I wanted to fight now. I wanted to unleash everything on him. “You don’t get to dictate how I deal with shit, especially when you were the one who hurt me. You pushed and pushed me to tell you something I wasn’t ready to share, nor was allowed to tell you. You made me choose between the four of you and my safety. What did it get me? Nothing. Instead, it cost me everything, just as I knew it would.”

The muscle in his jaw clenched. “Give me your purse,” he said in a low voice.