Celeste’s POV.
I pull on my hand to try to break the zip-tie. I try to open the door. But the damn child lock is on. Great. Ok, think.
“Will you just stop.” Dante says and I slowly turn my head and glare at him.
“Go f**k yourself. You kidnapped me. If you think I’m going to sit still and be quiet, oh, you have another thing coming.” I say with as much venom as I can muster.
“Kidnap? Let’s run through the last fifteen minutes, shall we? You tried to shoot me through your front door, you fought with me when I told you I was trying to help you, then you kicked me in the balls, ran, grabbed your s**t and bolted. Only to shoot at me, missing me and lunged at me like a crazed animal. So call it what you will, I am trying to keep you safe,” Dante says, and I scoff.
“Ok, how about this? You
