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I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

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them. He didn’t serve in the military; he built his own empire, separate from the world my father, the late general, inhabited.

“How do you know my parents?” I demanded.

“They were two of my father’s most trusted people,” he said simply.

I shook my head, a painful lump forming in my throat. refused to cry, not in front of him. I lifted my chin and forced the words out. “I’m taking their ashes back to our hometown for burial in a few days.”

He sighed, his gaze sweeping over me. He didn’t speak for a long moment, just watched me as if I were a puzzle he was trying to solve.

“Doesn’t your husband provide you with a driver?” he finally asked. His eyes dashed back toward the hospital entrance, where Lucas was fussing over his mother.

My jaw tightened. “No,” I bit out, the single word feeling like a major concession.

A smirk touched his lips. “What a pity. Do you need a ride?” The offer dripped with condescension.

“Absolutely not,” I said, taking another involuntary stepack. There was no way I was getting into a car with a stranger, especially one as powerful and unnerving as him.

ould call it quits on

His smirk widened into a wolfish grin. “Why not? I don’t bite.” He paused, letting the silence hang in the air before adding, “Say yes, and I might just forget what happened at the restaurant. We that little offense of yours.”

Before I could form a proper refusal, he turned and strode toward his car foregone conclusion. The driver held the rear door oper.

as if my agreement was a

With a frustrated sigh, I found myself sliding into the plush leather interior. He got in beside me, the car suddenly feeling far too small.

His smirk widened. “Finally.”

My hand brushed against his as I settled in. A jolt, like static electricity, shot up my arm. I snatched my hand back, planting it firmly in my lap. “Just drop me at the coffee shop in Corvin City,” I said, trying to reclaim some control.

“Glad he purred, then lazily addressed his driver. “You heard the lady.”

“Yes, sir,” the driver replied, and the car pulled silently into traffic.

The air inside was thick with tension. I didn’t need to look to know he was staring, his gaze analytical an intense. He wasn’t just looking; he was studying me.

“So,” he began, breaking the silence nonchalantly. “After the divorce, what’s the plan? Running back to the military?”

Sing

My real plan-to find my missing brother-flashed through my mind, a secret I would never share with him. “Is this an interview?” I retorted. “And how do you know so much about my life?”

He didn’t even blink. “A background check,” he said simply. “I make it a point to know my enemies.”

I met his arrogant gaze without flinching. “I am not your enemy”

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“You’re right, you’re not my enemy.” He turned his head dismissal. “You’re not nearly significant enough to be or

The sheer arrogance of the statement stunned me into offer me a ride to insult me more?!

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The moment he dropped me off, I shoved the car door shut with just enough force to be satisfying.

I puffed out my cheeks, the angry words I wanted to scream at him bubbling up in a furious, silent raspberry.

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I kicked a stray pebble with probably more force than necessary as I watched his stupidly expensive car drive away. That man was infuriating!

Standing in front of the coffee shop, the thought of having to fake a smile for a barista suddenly felt like a Herculean task. No. I needed to go home. I hailed a cab and headed for the villa.

The security guard opened the main gate for me. The house was blissfully empty, so I made myself a coffee, hoping for at least an hour of peace. Naturally, my peace lasted for exactly ten minutes before the Sterling family paraded in.

Fatima spotted me, clutched her chest, and let out a gasp worthy of a dying swan.

“Oh, my heart! The very sight of her is making me ill,” she declared to the empty hallway. “Lucas, darling, help your poor mother upstairs before I collapse from the sheer toxicity in this room.”

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