Chapter Forty
**Oliver West**
The moment we reached where his expensive-looking car was parked outside, he let go of my arm.
"What are you doing? What do you want!" I seethed, massaging my arm to resume the blood circulation that his tight grip had caused.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, forcing me to face him and I tried to read whatever was going on in his devilish mind but like always, it was perfectly unreadable.
"I'm taking you to school, didn't I already tell you that?"
He was taking me to school? As smooth as his words sounded, it shot a wave of fear through me because I would be stupid to believe that it was this simple.
There was nothing simple about Kieran. Every act was simply a means to torture me.
"I don't want to go w-with you," I stuttered, taking a step backward.
"And I wasn't asking, I'm telling you to get in the car with me," he spoke, motioning at his car.
