Infinite Lies RUN

His lips linger a little too long before he pulls away, a flicker of fear igniting in the pit of my stomach. I doubt he’ll actually go that far, but judging by his build and unwavering stare, he certainly could.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I snap, my stubbornness kicking in as I cross my arms defiantly and glare up at him. He can’t make me do anything I don’t want to.

“Well, it’s settled then,” he says, a devious smirk pulling at the corners of his perfect lips. That flicker of fear turns into a flame.

Everything that follows happens so fast, I barely have time to register it.

Hadrian scoops me up effortlessly, tossing me over his shoulder like a rag doll, ignoring my furious protests as if they’re nothing more than background noise.

“Put me downg you asshole!” I
yell, fury bubbling over as my
fists pound against his back. I
swear there’s steam coming out
of my ears.

“What was that? You want me to
fuck your asshole?” he asks with
mock confusion, the dark humor
laced in his voice catching me
completely off guard, I freeze,
my face flushing with a mixture
of shock and speechless
indignation.

His laugh is deep, rough, and unfairly captivating. How many hearts has he conquered with that laugh? Definitely not mine.

I’m still reeling when I notice him speaking softly to someone, his words too low for me to make out. Confusion clouds my
thoughts until he turns, his back and me facing Sofie. Her
expression crumbles as tears well up, her fierce attempt to keep them hidden shattered in an instant.

And then, all at once, she’s
sobbing; her broken gaze
following as Hadrian strides away with me still draped over his broad muscular shoulder.

“Put me down,” I whisper, my
voice hollow and distant, drained by the devastation in Sofie’s eyes.

That look splinters something
deep within me. She looked at me like I was the one who broke her. As much as it pains me, it stirs something dark, a crack forming in the cage of the monster within me.

I snap out of my thoughts to find that, surprisingly, Hadrian listened and put me down. My knees buckle the moment I hit the ground, and I practically collapse into him.

Surprisingly, he steadies me, letting me hold onto his arms for balance. Even more surprisingly, he doesn’t push me away.

Maybe he can be nice when he’s not drunk, but the way Sofie looked at me makes me doubt it.

I take note of my surroundings  realizing that we’re standing in the middle of the driveway.

“What do you want?” I blurt out harshly, needing an answer so I can get this over with.

The weather matches my mood; a storm is brewing, both outside and within me. Thunder crashes so loudly, it’s almost deafening.

“I want you. Out. Of. There,” Hadrian replies, his timing impeccable as his words follow the thunder’s rumble. His voice carries as much force as the upcoming storm itself.

“Why?” I question, my voice flat and devoid of emotion.

“Why do you need to know?” He challenges, cocking a brow.

“Cause I’m going back in there,” I reply, setting aside my usual sass.

“Ha, no, you’re not,” he says, sounding utterly convinced. His voice drops several octaves with that declaration, a sexy, husky tone that could silence the raging storm.

This is it. That flame of fear has transformed into a raging inferno, burning not just in my stomach but deep in my soul. Adrenaline surges through me, and now I’m the one who’s sure of what’s coming next.

And there’s no way I’m leaving with him.

“So where am I going?” I ask, trying to sound as curious and polite as possible.

“Home,” he replies, his eyes narrowing as he tries to read me, knowing he can’t.

“And where may that be?” I press again, infusing my tone with excitement and enthusiasm.

He hesitates, genuine confusion crossing his face, and instead of answering, he cocks his brow.

Checkmate! I have him where I want him.

After a moment’s thought, he smirks and says, “You’ll have to find out.”

My turn. “Mmm—I don’t think so.” Now my voice drips with seduction.

He stares at me, slightly wide-eyed, but I don’t even try to read his expression. Instead, while he’s caught in thought, I stand on my tiptoes to match his height.

“Hadrian,” I whisper, lacing my words with allure. His confusion deepens.

“What’s that over there?” I ask, gesturing in the direction I’m pointing. Ha! He fell for it!

Then I giggle softly to myself, likely still feeling the effects of the alcohol. I tilt his chin downward, allowing me to place one big, lingering kiss on his cheek, nipping at the skin of his jawline just enough to leave a mark.

“Mmh,” I play along, teasing him.

His head snaps toward me, eyes wide like saucers. My lipstick stain looks perfect on his cheek. But there’s no time to daydream—not now.

And then, I run.

I take off at full speed, laughing like a maniac. Gosh, you should’ve seen his face! Speaking of which, he’s still frozen in place where I left him. I skid to a stop, whip out my phone, and snap a picture of him.

Hehe, that’s definitely going to be my wallpaper. He catches me in the act, and that seems to snap him out of his daze. I wonder what he was daydreaming about… actually, maybe I don’t want to know.

Oh shit, I’m toast. He’s decided to take his car, a black Mustang Shelby with red stripes, by the way. Great choice.

I can’t outrun that, but I can definitely outsmart it. I glance at the car charging toward me and stick my tongue out at him, throwing up that childish “loser” sign we used to make as kids.

Then, just as he gets close enough, I dash sideways into an alleyway, just wide enough for his car to fit—if he’s willing to risk it. Who am I kidding? He’ll risk it. He probably has five of these at home.

And just as I thought, he does. His car squeezes into the alley, just as I leap up onto the ladder fixed against the wall. My heart pounds in time with the rumbling thunder, adrenaline pushing my feet to climb faster.

When I reach the top, I look down to see Hadrian already out of his car, keys in hand, peering up at me with a quizzical but amused expression.

“Don’t fall,” he calls up, indirectly asking if I’ve done this before. Of course, I’ve done this before. When I moved here, I’d run around the buildings and on the walls of the city to get away from the police.

“Ha, don’t worry too much about me. I won’t. Will you?” I reply, giving him back a taste of his own cocky attitude. I say the last part sarcastically, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did fall. All he does is drink and work out, and having strength doesn’t mean you have balance.

He stands at the base of the ladder, that devilish smirk glued perfectly to his perfect face. Uh-oh. He never fails to surprise me.

Slipping his car keys into front pocket, he reaches into his back pocket for something. I should make a run for it, but after all, curiosity killed the cat, and this cat is way too curious.

He pulls out a pair of hand cuffs and dangles them in front of him, locking eyes with me, his smirk never faltering.

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Adrenaline courses through me, but the way he’s looking at me makes my pussy wet. Then it dawns on me that he’s not going to use that for what I was hoping for and would rather tie me up to torture me. And, god help me, the thought that only makes me wetter, and fuck I hate to say it, but him torturing me would be hot.

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The whole scene only fuels that fire inside me, and Hadrian is the spark making it blaze, bigger and brighter. Every look, every smirk he throws my way fans the flames, and I swear, with this heat, I could burn the whole world down if I wanted.

“Are you sure you can catch me, let alone find me at all, Hadrian?” I taunt, raising an eyebrow. If the authorities couldn’t, then what chance does he have?

“If I catch you, you’re coming with me. If I don’t… well, then you’re lucky,” Hadrian says, his eyes glinting with a dangerous edge.

“Deal,” I say, my smirk showing I’m more than ready for his challenge.

As he starts climbing the ladder, I take off, sprinting along the walls I know too well. The police never expected me to make a pit stop, always thinking I’d run as far as I could or hide somewhere impossible to find.

But they were wrong. The least suspected place is the one you’d never consider when you’re running high on adrenaline. No one would expect a girl on the run to stop at Starbucks.

I jump down off the wall, now hidden from sight.

I stroll to the nearest Starbucks, the same one I’ve always gone to when in this situation. It’s just past the park, on the corner to the right.

As I enter, the rich smell of coffee envelops me. I hate coffee, but I don’t mind it as long as I’m far away from Hadrian.

The manager instantly recognizes me and greets me with a warm smile.

I like this place. It’s very aesthetic.

I approach the counter and order my drink, telling the barista—a girl who looks a year or two older than me—to surprise me. I never know what to order.

I pull out my phone and open the back cover to retrieve some cash. I place the bills on the countertop and grab my drink, relief washing over me.

But something feels off. Suddenly, I flinch as a pair of hands glide from my shoulders down to my wrists, sending shivers down my spine—shit, the good kind.

Before I can react, a cold pair of handcuffs snaps around my wrists.