Nero (Made Men #1)(44)

After Elle watched Chloe close the door, she started walking toward the next bus stop.

Nero yelled, “Where are you going?” He and the guys were waiting about ten feet away from her while she had watched Chloe get in the car.

Elle kept walking.

Nero shouted again, “Elle?”

She kept walking.

Then Elle felt Nero snatch her arm. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

She tried to jerk her arm away, but like it usually was when he had a hold of her, it was useless. I am sick and tired of this shit!

“Let me go! I’m going to ride the bus!”

“No, you’re not, Elle. You’re riding with me.” Nero pulled her in the opposite direction.

Elle did not appreciate him telling her what to do anymore. He doesn’t tell me what to do and who I can’t touch.

“No, I’m fucking not!” Elle hit Nero’s arm as hard as she could and jerked her arm away. She wasn’t stupid, though. As soon as her arm was free, she started running.

Elle hoped she had the element of surprise on her side as she ran as fast as she could. She didn’t look back to see if Nero was coming after her. I’m not that dumb, either. Unfortunately, though, Elle was that dumb to think she could outrun Nero.

Nero grabbed Elle from behind, and Elle started hitting and kicking him to let her go.

Nero’s voice sounded cold. “Elle, stop it now.”

She didn’t care how scary he sounded; she wasn’t going to stop. The emotion of seeing the girls rub all over Nero had driven her body crazy.

Nero swung her body around to face him and held her arms tightly to keep her still. He kept his same, icy composure when he said, “Now, tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.”

“Fuck you!”





Chapter Twenty—One

The Two Sides of Elle

When the words came out, Elle saw Nero’s eyes snap. He swiftly bent over and threw her over his shoulder before spinning around and walking toward the student parking lot.

Being higher up in the air, she realized she hadn’t gotten very far before Nero had caught her.

“Let me down!” Elle tried hitting at his back and attempting to kick her feet, but she really didn’t want to fall face-first on concrete.

Nero, without a word, spanked her ass every time she hit at his back. What the hell? He can’t do that.

She smacked his back with each word. “Let. Me. Go.”

Slap, slap, slap.

Elle looked around the school grounds. “Does no one care? He is forcing me to his car!” Elle watched. No one frankly gave a shit what was going on, though.

Nero mocked her, “They all look the other way, remember?”

Sadly, Elle had been telling the truth; they couldn’t have cared less about her.

When Nero had finally passed Amo and Vincent, laughing hysterically, they started walking behind them. She had to look at their faces as they were practically in tears.

“Vincent, are you going to let him do this to me?”

Vincent responded too quickly for her liking. “Yes, I am.”

“I would ask the beast, but I already know his answer.” Elle started to become furious at them all. No one was going to come to her rescue.

As a result, Elle would try another tactic. “Please, let me down.”

“I will if you tell me what your problem is.”

Elle really didn’t want Nero packing her the rest of the way, and at least this way, when she told him, Nero couldn’t see her face and how upset she was.

Elle took a deep breath in. “I saw the blonde bimbos rubbing their boobs all over you, Nero. And they practically went into heat. No, actually, I take that back; they were in heat.”

“Blonde bimbos? Who are they?” Vincent asked, laughing even harder now.

“Cassandra’s two little sidekicks.” Elle hated how Nero had slept with them when they had treated her so terribly.

Vincent smiled wickedly. “Oh, you mean Stacy and Stephanie.”

“Oh, God! Is there any girl you guys don’t sleep with?” Now she knew they all passed girls around.

Amo defended himself. “Hey, I’ve never fucked them, so don’t accuse me.”

Elle knew exactly why he hadn’t. I know it isn’t because he is a good boy.

“Yeah, because they’re afraid of you. Trust me; I’d be terrified to see what you’re packing, too.” Elle felt her body shake from Nero’s laughter.

“No, doll, they’re not afraid of me; I just prefer to fuck girls I don’t have to see again.”

Elle dropped her mouth at what Amo had said. She’d figured Amo was the worst of the three, but she hadn’t realized by how much. Elle wanted to get off the subject. She knew they all slept around, and she just wanted to get down. I told him what was wrong.

“Put me down. You said you would let me go.”

“Well, that was before I knew why you were mad,” Nero said.

Huh? “What does that mean?”

“Means you’ll run.”

Elle had been going to. Shit! Elle screamed and smacked his back as hard as she could. She wanted him to at least feel some pain.

Slap.

“Ugh!” Elle rolled her eyes and gave up. We’re already almost there anyway.