Suddenly, I found myself pushed against the desk, the edge of it cutting into my back until I was forced to sit on the desk to relieve the impact. It was a move that threw me so far off that I was speechless for a few seconds. Cage leaned down, his breath sliding down my bare neck. My heart hammered wildly, a thing that only seemed to occur around Cage. He kept me from jumping off the desk by placing his hands on either side of the surface, which was neither helpful nor preferable to the flutters in my stomach.

Leaning back, I beamed at Cage, trying to lighten the tension. I knew how mental I must have looked. First, I try to punch him. Now I'm smiling at him like he just proposed. Good job, November. If this didn't convince them that I was a psychopath and they should let me go, then I don't know what will. There were also four things I was absolutely sure of:

1) Cage had a thing for murder. He was going to eventually lose his temper with me and do something that I'd very much like to avoid. Oh God, he was standing so close-

2) His hair smelled amazing. I bet if I stuck my tongue out, I could lick his ear-

3) Heath hated me because I was too unpredictable to know so much about Cage Vickers and the Crows. As a reference of Twilight, I was Bella and Heath was Rosalie. He thought I would double cross them like Jonah had. I mean, I was planning to do that, but I was going to wait until I had escaped. Oh no, were those his hands sliding up my leg-

4) I need to go on YouTube and watch tutorials on how to do my eyebrows properly as soon as possible. Yeah, that was definitely his hands-

"You need to learn something very important, November." His voice was so close to my ear and his breath was so warm. Cage's fingers sliding up my leg were very distracting. I tried to shove him back but he was too strong to budge. "You don't have a choice around here. When I tell you to do something, you do it. You do not defy me. I'm starting to think that you want me to hurt you."

When he said this, Cage leaned down even further. Even if I wanted to move back, I couldn't. I was a useless statue, a frozen plaything for Cage. When he moved his hand off my leg, I could feel an emptiness that replaced the blazing trail of sparks on my skin. Fingers roughly clasped my chin, forcing me to look into icy green eyes. Cage was attractive, no doubt. But he was also dangerous.

So so dangerous and bad. With this knowledge, I should have been running for the hills a long time ago, before it even started. Before they even got into the car. Stupid me, stupidly standing there and stupidly letting them drive away with me still in that car. I sensed the danger before, I sensed it now. Both times I should have fought harder to leave, before I was forced too deep into this. Now, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or rather, stuck between a desk and Cage Vickers.

With his thumb, he pulled my bottom lip down. My heart nearly stopped with fear when Cage moved his face even closer.

He didn't kiss me. I don't think I wanted him to, but he didn't kiss me.

Cage Vickers was too detrimental for that.

Instead, he bit me. Teeth crushed down on the tender flesh of my bottom lip until I was sure it was bleeding. Pain flowered through my mouth. For a second, I was stunned by the hurt. And then suddenly, I was furious. Vexed, I forced myself to shove Cage's chest until he let go.

I was too intimidated to look Cage in the eyes. Instead, I stared hard at the ground, trying to calm down my beating heart. When I found the courage to move, I touched my lower lip. My fingers came off wet and red. He had bit down hard enough to draw blood. The pain was greatest right in the middle of my mouth, but it was nothing compared to the fury running through my chest. Was there no end to his games?

"Fuck you." I whispered angrily.

Cage didn't answer me. Instead, he watched me. A hard stare that left me feeling more vulnerable than ever before. A few seconds of silence passed. I was still trying to recover from what had just happened when Cage suddenly growled, "I could have hurt you so much more than that."

"Then why didn't you?"

"Because you're too pretty for that."

I could barely resist holding back a scoff. "Beauty is everything, isn't it? I suppose I wouldn't be sitting here in front of you bleeding from my mouth if I was ugly. God, douchebag doesn't even begin to describe the kind of man you are. In all my life, I've never come across a more egotistical a-hole than you, Cage. But sure, I'm absolutely delighted to know that my looks are my only value to you."

"Again with those smart remarks." He tilted his head back and gazed at me through cracks of pale green. "You wouldn't even be in this position if you'd just kept your mouth shut. This isn't my first kidnapping, you know. But this is the only kidnapping where the victim was so astoundingly disrespectful to her captors that she'd find herself with a bleeding lip."

Cage reached out and pressed his thumb over the bite on my lip before I could react. It was gentle pressure, but enough that I panicked and did what I did next, which was to kick Cage in the nuts.

I didn't mean to. His other hand pressed down on my knee, right where the knee-jerk reflex was. It was the same impact as when a doctor hits both kneecaps with a rubber mallet to make sure your reflexes were working...except in this case, it was his hand and I didn't kick the air, I kicked him right where the sun doesn't shine.

My foot instinctively swung through the air and connected exactly where his genitalia was. Cage didn't make a sound. He immediately turned away though, a twist of immense pain on his handsome features. I would have laughed in any other situation but this because I really hadn't meant to hurt him, even if he did hurt me.

Panicking, I jumped off the table. "Oh my God! I didn't mean to- are you okay?" I wrung my hands in distress. Cage had doubled over, cursing loud enough that I was surprised no one came running in. Even though I didn't kick him hard, I knew how sensitive those body parts were. Guilt curled in my stomach. "Cage, I'm so sorry! Oh God, are you okay? I'm sorry. I am so sorry. Are you okay? Are you dying? Are you bleeding? Do I need to call an ambulance? You're dying, aren't you? Oh, no! Oh God! I'm so sorry! Cage-"

"November-" Cage groaned, holding his crotch area. When he turned back to face me, I felt so bad that in an effort to make him feel better, I may have started trying to unbutton his jeans to check the damage I'd done. Cage pushed me away, glaring. "Stop. Please, just- shit, can you-" He could barely talk, he was in so much pain.

Not only did I manage to get in his nerves, I had royally fucked myself over. Things were all romantic and sexy and awkward but I had to ruin it by doing that. I wasn't about to shift the blame over to anyone but it was also kind of Cage's fault. If he hadn't pressed down on my kneecap- "Cage, it was an involuntary muscle reflex." I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "I didn't mean to kick you. If I did, I would have kicked a lot harder than that."

Oh God! Why did I say that?

Cage exhaled sharply, trying to regain his cold composure. "I'm sure you didn't mean to do that, November." He growled sarcastically.

"I didn't!" I defended myself frantically. "It was an accident, Cage. I'm sorry...are you okay?" Patting his cheek nicely, I tried to crawl out of the hole I kept falling into. He frowned at me, still a bit angry. Cage took my wrists into his hands and forced me to stop touching his face. I gave his cheek one last pat in an attempt to make things better. It didn't work.

Cage turned away, frowning. A small wave of culpability went through my stomach. Even though Cage was supposed to be the bad guy, I still felt bad. Especially when he was angry with me. I hated the feeling and I didn't know why. Trying to convince myself he deserved it even though it was an accident, I licked my bottom lip. It had stopped bleeding but tasted weird.

Micheal poked his head through the door suddenly, making us both jump. "Is everything okay? November sounded like she was crying."

Blush heated my cheeks. "I wasn't crying."

"You were about to." Cage added unnecessarily.

"Because I thought you were hurt!"

Cage rolled his eyes. "Let it go, November. And don't you dare open your mouth if you are going to sing that Frozen song."

"It was a good movie." Micheal sounded defensive.

"It was." I agreed.

Micheal and I fist-bumped as Cage continued to glare at us silently. A moment later, Nick and Heath appeared through the door. Heath was talking on a disposable burner phone, his words too soft for me to catch onto anything he was saying. We watched as Heath paced up and down for a second, and then hand the phone to Cage.

Cage listened for a second, and then his eyes travelled over to me. "Yes." He answered to a question none of us heard.

"Are you talking about me?" I panicked, my heart picking up. "You stop that right now, you useless doorknob. Cage, don't talk about me. Cage."

"She's here." He ignored me and continued talking.

"Cage!" I freaked out and grabbed his jacket collar, trying to hear what the person on the other line was saying. The less people knew about me, the better it would be for me to go back home and tell Fern a fake story she would believe. I never wanted to be associated with the Crows. This was an accidental kidnapping. This was never meant to happen. "Cage. Cage. Cage."

"We'll be there in a few hours....yes, I'll bring the girl along. No, Jonah is gone. I will explain everything when we get there." Cage pushed me back gently, a warning glinting in his cold eyes. My will lessened as I backed down, seething quietly. "There isn't another way- yes, I know she's mine. She'll keep her mouth shut...won't you, November?"

"Not really."

Cage gave me a pressed look. "She will. We'll be there soon." He hung up the burner phone. A moment later, we heard a sharp crack. Cage had broken the phone into two pieces.

"Hey, November." Micheal suddenly spoke up. "Why is your lip bleeding?"