stony from sudden anger as he glared at her. “Good thing I’m not interested in the opinion of a homeless teenage girl or my feelings might be hurt.”
Instantly, Amara stopped struggling and stood perfectly still staring up at Griffin. She couldn’t believe he actually thought she was a teenager. She had been told before she looked young, but she never thought she could pass for a teenager. Maybe this might work in her favor if Dante thought she was in her teens instead of her twenties. Right at this moment, she would take any help she could get.
“Dante, what took you so long to answer the phone?” Griffin complained.
She leaned closer so she could hear Dante’s warm, deep rich voice. She might be scared of him, but her fears didn’t take away from how attractive he was. She would be a liar if she didn’t think he wasn’t a nice-looking man.
“I was outside throwing away trash.” Amara heard Dante answer as she took another tiny step closer to Griffin. “Are you still at Inked ? How much longer are you going to be there? I’ve something I want to talk to you about concerning the pool tournament.”
“How was I supposed to know you were throwing away the trash?” Griffin questioned. “Yes, I’m still at the tattoo shop and you will never guess who I have standing right here next to me.”
She heard Dante answer. “Why don’t you just tell me?”
Amara knew she shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but she couldn’t help it. Something about Dante’s voice just drew her to listen to him. A tiny part of her wanted to know what Dante would say. Did he still want to toss her in jail or did he not even care anymore and would tell Griffin to just let her go?
“I found the girl who got away from you during the rainstorm,” Griffin said, taking another look in her direction as she tugged at her arm again.
“Are you sure it’s her?” Dante asked. “Bring her back to the bar. I want to talk to her.”
Amara didn’t miss the excitement in his deep voice and knew he was probably thrilled at the thought of getting his hands on her again, but it wasn’t going to happen. She would find a way out of this. All she had to do was calm down and think. Her wits were the best thing about her and they kept her safe out here on the streets more times than she could count.
“Yeah, I’m positive it’s her,” Griffin replied. “I know you want to see her. That’s why I’m going to bring her to you. Caleb is at the shop, so I’ll get his car and have him bring my bike to the bar.”
The longer Amara stood there listening to the conversation, the faster a new emotion settled into her body about coming face to face with Dante again. He really wanted to bring her down. Dante wasn’t going to give up on punishing her about the food.
Her mind burned with the memory of him and it was pure and clear. If she got within touching distance of him again, he wouldn’t let her escape him for a second time. At that split second self- preservation took over giving Amara the strength she needed to fight even harder.
“No, I’m not going back there with you.” She yanked her arm away, shocking Griffin. Spinning around, she raced towards the park praying she would be able to lose him in the crowd of people.
Chapter Eight
The faster Amara ran, the fainter the sound of Griffin’s voice got behind her until she could no longer hear it. Once she got inside of the park, she headed straight for the iron bench where Liam had found her the first night she slept on the streets. The sight of him and Theresa still sitting there waiting for her was a welcoming sight. Her two best friends always had an instant calming effect on her racing nerves.
“Liam, Theresa. I’m so glad to see the two of you here.” Amara gasped as she ran around the bench and stopped in front of them.
“What’s wrong?” Liam asked concern ringing out in his voice as he jumped up from the seat. “You’re late and you’re never
Instantly, Amara stopped struggling and stood perfectly still staring up at Griffin. She couldn’t believe he actually thought she was a teenager. She had been told before she looked young, but she never thought she could pass for a teenager. Maybe this might work in her favor if Dante thought she was in her teens instead of her twenties. Right at this moment, she would take any help she could get.
“Dante, what took you so long to answer the phone?” Griffin complained.
She leaned closer so she could hear Dante’s warm, deep rich voice. She might be scared of him, but her fears didn’t take away from how attractive he was. She would be a liar if she didn’t think he wasn’t a nice-looking man.
“I was outside throwing away trash.” Amara heard Dante answer as she took another tiny step closer to Griffin. “Are you still at Inked ? How much longer are you going to be there? I’ve something I want to talk to you about concerning the pool tournament.”
“How was I supposed to know you were throwing away the trash?” Griffin questioned. “Yes, I’m still at the tattoo shop and you will never guess who I have standing right here next to me.”
She heard Dante answer. “Why don’t you just tell me?”
Amara knew she shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but she couldn’t help it. Something about Dante’s voice just drew her to listen to him. A tiny part of her wanted to know what Dante would say. Did he still want to toss her in jail or did he not even care anymore and would tell Griffin to just let her go?
“I found the girl who got away from you during the rainstorm,” Griffin said, taking another look in her direction as she tugged at her arm again.
“Are you sure it’s her?” Dante asked. “Bring her back to the bar. I want to talk to her.”
Amara didn’t miss the excitement in his deep voice and knew he was probably thrilled at the thought of getting his hands on her again, but it wasn’t going to happen. She would find a way out of this. All she had to do was calm down and think. Her wits were the best thing about her and they kept her safe out here on the streets more times than she could count.
“Yeah, I’m positive it’s her,” Griffin replied. “I know you want to see her. That’s why I’m going to bring her to you. Caleb is at the shop, so I’ll get his car and have him bring my bike to the bar.”
The longer Amara stood there listening to the conversation, the faster a new emotion settled into her body about coming face to face with Dante again. He really wanted to bring her down. Dante wasn’t going to give up on punishing her about the food.
Her mind burned with the memory of him and it was pure and clear. If she got within touching distance of him again, he wouldn’t let her escape him for a second time. At that split second self- preservation took over giving Amara the strength she needed to fight even harder.
“No, I’m not going back there with you.” She yanked her arm away, shocking Griffin. Spinning around, she raced towards the park praying she would be able to lose him in the crowd of people.
Chapter Eight
The faster Amara ran, the fainter the sound of Griffin’s voice got behind her until she could no longer hear it. Once she got inside of the park, she headed straight for the iron bench where Liam had found her the first night she slept on the streets. The sight of him and Theresa still sitting there waiting for her was a welcoming sight. Her two best friends always had an instant calming effect on her racing nerves.
“Liam, Theresa. I’m so glad to see the two of you here.” Amara gasped as she ran around the bench and stopped in front of them.
“What’s wrong?” Liam asked concern ringing out in his voice as he jumped up from the seat. “You’re late and you’re never
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