Broken Promises (The Brianna Lane Series) Read Online Free PDF

waved my hand, gesturing toward the stereo. “Go ahead. Pick a song.”
    “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it, Bri,” he replied. Even mad, he had a way of making my stomach flutter and I couldn’t resist his cocky grin.
    “Please, just pick something.” The clock showed we had around six minutes left before the movie started and looking at the street signs, I recognized the road the theatre was on. Only a few more moments, and I could escape the embarrassment.
    He began clicking through the stations and was about to try the next when I screeched. “Stop right there. No, no, go back one!”
    Rolling his eyes, he did and instantly the beat from Linkin Park’s Numb blared out from the speakers. Taking in a deep breath, I started singing loudly—obnoxiously—with the song.
    His fingers began tapping along with the beat, followed by his perfect baritone. He joined in, his voice blending with the melody.
    I peeked at him and he smiled, placing his hand on my thigh. With a slight squeeze, I rested mine over his and enjoyed the tingle I got from the contact.
    Pulling into the changing lane so I could turn right, we sat at the red light and waited for the road to clear. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long before it changed and we continued onward.
    Suddenly his fingers tightened, hurting me enough that I flinched. “Ouch, Quinn, stop.” I tried loosening his grip, but he tensed it even more. Tears formed from the pain, and when slapping his hand didn’t work, I dug my nails into his skin. I moaned with relief when I finally pried his fingers away.
    “What’s the matter with you? Are you even listening?” I hit him again, thoroughly pissed and confused. He’d never done anything like this before—always gentle when he touched me. We rarely argued so his behavior was totally out of character.
    He snarled—the menacing noise shocking me. I looked away from the road and stared at him. I was stunned.
    “Watch the damn road. It’s like a death sentence getting in the car with you.” He reached over and I cringed, scared for the first time what he might do. “What’s the matter? Scared I might hit you?” His cold voice was heavily laced with sarcasm. He feinted forward as if to strike me. The smirk he wore placed fear in my heart—no longer the mischievous one I adored.
    That’s when I noticed his eyes. They flashed—rich chocolate brown then a light crystal blue. When they flickered and changed, I wondered if something was messing with my vision. Brown. Blue. Brown. Blue. Blue. Blue.
    “Quinn, what’s wrong with your eyes?” I asked. “They’re changing color.” I pointed to the flap that hid the passenger side mirror.
    He ignored my question and didn’t move. He simply leered and without warning, pulled the steering wheel, causing the car to dangerously veer to the side.
    “Pull over. I don’t want to go to the movie anymore. I have a much better plan instead.”
    Struggling to regain control over the vehicle, I panicked again when I over compensated and almost drove into oncoming traffic. Horns blasted as drivers flashed their headlights, and I scrambled to safely stop the car. He was different, crazed, and I wanted away from him.
    “I said pull over, Bri.” Hardness edged his voice like steel, and he gave the steering wheel another tug. I was prepared this time, and managed to keep the car on course.
    “Let go, so I can!” I yelled, no longer caring if he knew he’d scared me.
    Caught up in the moment, I realized I’d tuned out my noisy surroundings. Everything came crashing back—the blaring music and busy traffic. It was obvious a madman sat beside me and out of sheer desperation, I turned off the radio.
    Spotting a parking spot, I pulled in and was already in the process of undoing my seatbelt. I didn’t care about the car keys or that the engine was still running. I was scared, and the only thing on my mind was getting away from him.
    I made it as far as unlocking my door before his hand