Something Fierce [The Underground 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page A

was drinking a beer with her with not-so-aristocratic people seemed so out of place. To make her point clear, someone yelled an obscenity and jumped off the deck into the pool. It probably wasn’t the smartest thing for an intoxicated person to do, but this wasn’t a new image for the parties Jayson and Kylie threw.
    “What did you say your last name was again?” She took one more drink from her beer and downed it, setting the empty bottle on the railing. He watched her movements and finished his own.
    “I’d offer you another but I don’t think you’d accept.”
    A wave of heat slammed into her and she prayed for a breeze.
    “Do you live around here? I can take you to your house if you want.”
    He was very nice and sincere, but him offering her a ride sent up a bunch of red flags. They had just met, for fuck’s sake. She shook her head and headed toward the door. That last beer certainly wasn’t the best idea. She put a hand on her stomach as it rolled with unease.
    “Don’t go inside, please. Let’s take a walk. I’d like to get to know you better.” He held up his hand and smiled. “Scout’s honor, I’m not a bad guy.”
    Tristan could feel the heat from inside coming out of the door and another wave of nausea slammed into her. The fresh air did feel nice.
    “We don’t even have to go for a walk. We can just sit and talk, whatever you want.”
    She felt more comfortable with that. She looked at the deck, saw more people crowding onto it, and then looked toward the front of the house. “We can sit on the front deck.” His smile could have blinded her. She smiled in return, and they made their way to the front of the house. A wave of dizziness assaulted her and she placed her hand on the side of the house to steady herself. She used her other hand to cover her mouth. She so did not feel good. Max was in front of her saying something but she couldn’t make out the words.
    “What?” Was that her voice? Distorted and woozy sounding? There were a few people walking around, but they looked more worse for wear than she felt. “I shouldn’t have had that last beer.”
    Max had a hold of her arm and was walking her toward the long line of cars. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”
    “N–No. My purse. My car. I have to tell Kylie.” Going home did sound like a good idea, but it was as if her body was working in slow motion. Max was all but carrying her to a car and then she found herself seated, unable to move. She watched as he went back into the house. A few minutes later he came back out and got into the car, opened her purse, and start riffling through her wallet. The need to snatch her personal items out of his hands was strong, but besides a few feeble mumbles she was helpless. A smirk covered his lips when he pulled out her driver’s license.
    “Cute picture.” He shoved everything back inside and tossed her purse onto her lap.
    “I need to stay. I’m not ready to go.” Her head felt like lead as she turned toward him. He was backing out, and all she could do was tell him no, that she wasn’t ready to go, but he wouldn’t listen. It was then, as fear started to coil tightly inside of her, that she realized he had gotten her address off of her license, and that she was at his mercy.
    “Baby, you are so wasted you can’t even walk straight. I’ll take you home and you’ll thank me in the morning.”
    She shook her head and tried the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge. Tristan found herself growing so tired that the idea of trying to keep her eyes open was abhorrent. The next thing she knew was a door slammed shut behind her and someone was talking.
    “Come on. We’re here.”
    She peeled her eyes open and another wave of nausea assaulted her. He helped her out of the car and they walked up the front steps. The sound of something to her side caught her attention, but she couldn’t even bring herself to hold her head up. She moaned. She was going to throw up.
    “Oh, no you