Chapter Nineteen
Her heart was still beating a thousand miles a minute after she’d pulled the car to a shuddering stop. She didn’t realize that the asshole who’d run her off the road had stopped too. She was gripping the steering wheel tightly while trying to breathe as she rested her head on her hands when her door was ripped open. She was so freaked over the near accident that she hadn’t even noticed him walking towards her car. She jerked her head up. Her eyes widened as she saw her worst nightmare standing there holding the door open. She’d blinked several times, sure for a moment that she was seeing things.
“Hello, whore. Did you enjoy your little fuck fest with the biker?” Johnny demanded.
His hand was resting against the door with his body blocking her escape. Not that she was in a mental state to process his presence much less form a get-away plan. She realized that she wasn’t imagining things after hearing his voice. Her mind had blanked, and she had suddenly been back in that place she’d been months ago when she’d left him. Johnny shouted at her to get her whore ass out of the car and without thinking she did. She climbed out of the car and let him shove her towards the black sedan that had run her off the road. Phoebe held her breath as he shoved her into the back of the car, her shoulder hitting the edge of the door as she was forced inside. She let out a little cry as pain blasted through her arm. She wanted to kick herself for letting him coerce her into his car.
What had she been thinking? Why hadn’t she thought to fight him? She asked herself as she watched him climb into the front seat talking to himself. He had obviously lost his mind. He was even worse than he’d been when she was still living with him. She could tell by the glassy looking eyes and the wild talking he was doing. He even sounded like he was arguing with himself about her. It was disturbing. She couldn’t really make out what he was saying because he was mumbling. It worried her that he seemed more unstable than he’d been a few months ago when she’d left him.
What was he on? Was it cocaine or heroin? Her hands went to the seat belt as he started the car. Phoebe needed to put it on. She thought briefly about jumping out before he took off, but she was scared to try it. He would surely be angry if he had to chase her and she wasn’t sure she could make it back to her car without him catching her. Damn, she really wished she’d grabbed her purse because then she could have called Peanut or one of the other dozen numbers programmed into the phone that he’d given her. Only she’d been so shocked by seeing Johnny that she’d left it in the front seat. Damn, what was she going to do? Why the hell hadn’t she used some of those moves that Sin had taught her over the past three months?
Why had her mind sent her back to that place where she was a victim? She wasn’t one any longer but her upset over being forced off the road and the shock of seeing Johnny must have put her on autopilot. Realizing he was pulling onto the road she finished buckling her seat belt. Johnny was still muttering to himself and he barely missed a street sign as he jerked onto the asphalt.
“How can you be pregnant?” Johnny suddenly demanded.
“I’m pretty sure you know how babies are created,” Phoebe said dryly.
She wasn’t about to turn into that timid little mouse he was used to dealing with. Johnny’s hand flew over the seat aiming to hit her. Since he was driving all he managed to do was hit her leg and swerve all over the road. She was grateful there weren’t any other cars on the road.
“Don’t you back talk me, bitch! I am already mad that you ran away. What the fuck did you think would happen when you ran off with your boyfriend? Did your whore ass think I wouldn’t notice? Or that I would let you just make a fool out of me like that?” Johnny demanded from the front seat. She could see the mad look in his eyes and she bit her lip hard really worried about his state of mind. She gripped the seatbelt and reminded herself that she needed to play along with him until she could get away.
“No,” Phoebe said even though she wanted to tell him that she hadn’t run away because of Peanut. If only she could scream at him that this whole issue was his damned fault. That he was the reason she’d run away. If he hadn’t turned out to be an abusive asshole hooked on whatever drug got him high then they wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place. She couldn’t say any of that though. She didn’t want to make him turn around to hit her and end up killing them both when he crashed the car. His driving was impaired enough already.
“I’m going to teach you not to fucking leave me. You’re even pregnant with that biker’s fucking baby. How could you betray me like that? Huh, how could you after everything I’ve done for you over the past five years. I gave up my chance to become a partner two years ago so I
