Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(61)

Trevor was a terrifying thug, and he knew of my attitude and had once liked it. But this time I knew he had a reason to find me. He thought it was me who ratted on him and got him sent to prison. That wasn’t the case. But how could I drop my parents in the shit?

“Come on out.” His voice was a quiet threat, but so spine-chilling it paralyzed me. But I had to face him. I wasn’t a coward and wasn’t going to start acting like one.

Drawing in a deep breath, I unlocked the door and stepped out on wobbling legs.

“Ah.” He turned, his eyes fierce, his mouth turned up in a salacious grin. “There you are. Hiding from me isn’t a good look, Evey. Nor is sending a boyfriend to sort me out.”

He pointed to the deep scar that ran from the side of his mouth all the way to his ear. I refused to believe Parks was capable of such brutality. No way. He was lying.

“What?” My confusion consumed me.

“He wants to ruin my face,” he snarled, dipping into his jeans pocket for something. “Then I’ll ruin yours.” He ripped the lid off a glass bottle containing a clear liquid.

“What’s that?” I breathed, backing away as he stepped towards me.

“You’ll see. I told Gabe I wanted your pretty little face all to myself, but seeing as he’s gone missing, I think I’d prefer your face f*cked up instead.”

“Missing?” I hadn’t a clue what he was talking about, and the cold wall that hit my back as I tried to retreat told me I had nowhere else to run.

“Don’t act like you don’t f*cking know what’s happened to him.” He lunged towards me, but the opening of the door behind him caught his attention, which gave me a second to move out of his way. I ran to the door and was almost knocked out of the way by Parks and a massive bald guy I’d never seen before.

“Evelyn.” Parks caught me by the waist, his eyes quickly studying me from head to toe. When he saw I was untouched but shaken up, he pushed me into the man that had followed him in.

“Get her out of here, Nixon,” he barked to the big guy.

“Wade, let me finish the f*cker.” His fierce tone made me think it was him who had warned Trevor off, not Parks. When? How?

Parks shook his head sternly, telling him to back off and turned to Trevor. Trevor’s lip was curling; he was ready and waiting, but Parks was burning with rage, his body tense and ready for a fight.

When Parks spotted the bottle, I watched the blood drain from his face. “You motherf*cker.” He launched himself forward, curling a strong, errorless blow to Trevor’s jaw and dropping him in an instant.

“Wade, no.” I ripped myself from Nixon’s grasp and pulled at Parks’s suit jacket with all my might. My efforts were useless. Parks had zoned out and wasn’t listening. Nixon took hold of my waist and pulled me back. I watched wide-eyed as Parks ripped the bottle from Trevor’s hands and held it up over his body. Trevor cowered on the floor, recoiling from Parks and begging for mercy.


“You ignored my first warning to stay away from Evelyn. There are no second chances.”

“You’re a dead man,” he sneered to Parks, who clearly wasn’t threatened by him. Parks positioned the bottle just above Trevor’s groin and was about to tip it.

“Wade,” I gasped. “What are you going to do to him?”

“Get her out,” Parks ordered Nixon, who caught me by the waist and pulled me through the door. Before it closed behind us, I caught the loud, piercing screams of a man in pain.

“What was in the bottle?” I asked Nixon as he dragged me out of the club. “Tell me.” I demanded a second time when he put me down outside.

He almost looked compassionate towards me when he answered. “Acid.”

My gasp was breathless. He was going to throw acid in my face? Holding on to a nearby car, I tried to catch my breath. Tried to stop myself from puking.

Moments later, Parks emerged from the club and nodded to Nixon, who re-entered the nightclub. Parks grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the street.

“You stupid f*cking girl,” he roared.

I was trying to keep up with his fast and furious strides, but my feet were hardly touching the ground. “How did I know he was going to turn up with a bottle of acid?”

“If you didn’t put yourself in a position for him to find you, then he couldn’t have reached you. What the f*ck would have happened if I wasn’t there?” His face paled. “I can’t even think about that. Why couldn’t you just stay in like I told you to?”

I yanked my hand out of his grip, ignoring his questions and needing my own answers. “You know Trevor? You knew he was out? You gave him that scar on his face? And where the f*ck is Gabe?”

“Evelyn, what the f*ck does that matter now? Get in the car.”

I saw the car, and Cleaver stayed put in the driver’s seat, giving me a scowl as I looked towards him through the window. Parks ripped open the door and almost threw me inside.

“I wanted a night out, Parks. Why should I be held captive?”

He buckled me in and slapped his palm on the seat between us. “Because you’re not in any state to go out,” he yelled.

“Don’t treat me like this,” I snapped back, hating the tone he was choosing to take with me.

He spun around. “How else am I meant to f*cking treat you?” he yelled.