Quinn I (Undaunted Men #1) Read Online Free Page A

shoulder every minute, wondering when I’d be discovered? All because I was at the mercy of Vince.
    “Lexi, open up. I know you’re in there.” It was Connor and by the sound of his gruff voice, he was determined for me to answer. Well, he could go to Hell; I had nothing to say to him right now. My eyes narrowed in anger just thinking about what the asshole had done earlier today. He was every bit as guilty as Vince. I sat my drink down on the table and strolled through the kitchen, making my way to the front door.
    I crossed my arms, eyeing the front door with disdain, wishing I had some superpower to transport him into a pile of pig shit. “Lexi, I have a key,” he said as if I didn’t know. “I’m trying to be respectful, here.”
    “Oh?” I whispered aloud to myself, my brows arched high. He wanted to be respectful all of a sudden? His bullshit statement had flipped a switch in me, making me furious. I stomped toward the door, my entire body wound tight, longing to let loose the pent up rage from this morning.
      Connor wasn’t expecting me to answer, that much was apparent when I flung open the door, taking him by surprise. The look on my face was murderous, because his eyes went wide as he took a cautious step backward.  
    “Respectful?!” I yelled in a high pitched tone. “You’ve got some balls showing up here talking about being respectful, Connor!”  
    He held up his hands in surrender, trying to placate me. Something he’d always been able to do with skill until today. “Just let me explain,” he said, possessing a calm that enraged me further.
    I felt extra powerful having an entire glass of Vodka thrumming through my infuriated veins.  
    “Allow me to spell it out for you,” I hissed. I stepped forward and unleashed all my pent up aggression, dispelling it onto Connor. I pounded my fists into Connor’s chest with everything I had.  
    “How could you?! How could you?!” I screamed out. Those three words said it all. How could he betray our lifelong friendship? Connor was my best friend, and he had just proved himself to be just as sick as Vince. He was a backstabbing traitor.    
    “Lexi,” he sternly barked out as he tried to grab at my wrists, but I was too fast. I’m not a weakling by any means, and I was glad when he had to truly struggle in order to gain the upper hand. Sadly, it didn’t last long though, maybe a total of thirty seconds, before the shock factor wore off him.
    He captured my wrists in a painful hold as he backed me into the house. My high-pitched cries of both anger and frustration echoed throughout my little house as I struggled to get free. He quickly shut the front door with his foot to keep the sound from traveling to the neighbors’ houses. It wouldn’t have mattered; it was the middle of a workday, and all my neighbors were at work. There was no one to intervene.
    As he backed me against the wall, his deep baritone voice shouted out my name, fighting to be heard above my battle cries. He roughly shook me as he roared in my face, putting a stop to my hysterical tirade. “Lexi! Dammit! Listen to me!”
    My hair was a disheveled mess as I whipped my head from side to side, trying to break free from the death grip he had me in. When I couldn’t get myself loose, I dropped my head back and screamed toward the ceiling, emptying my lungs. His movements were a blur to me as he let go of my wrists and grabbed my face, forcing me to meet his steely eyes. He was good and pissed now, his previous calm, cool demeanor gone. He squeezed my cheeks like a vice, the pain forcing me to wince and quiet down.
    Breathing heavily, he leaned in only a hair’s breadth away from my lips, and rasped through clenched teeth, “Lexi, stop it. Settle the fuck down.”
    All I could seem to do at the moment was breathe violently through my nose, inhaling and exhaling copious amounts of oxygen.  
    Connor blows out a heavy breath of his own, his eyes set with determination.