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And if this was how I was going to go out, I wanted to at least get a chance to tell him what an absolute shithead I thought he was.
“He’s mine,” Warren growled, grabbing the back of my neck, then slamming me forward into the door again.
I tried to angle up as much as I could, not wanting my forehead to hit the door, to risk unconsciousness.
The impact was on my chin and mouth, and I tasted blood as my teeth scraped across the inside of my lower lip.
“He’s mine,” Warren roared.
Then his fingers were tightening around my neck, then yanking me backward by it, tossing me back with enough force to send me flying into the bed, bouncing on the mattress as he loomed over me.
I’d seen his evil before.
When he’d put his hands on me.
But I’d never seen the blind rage I was looking at right then.
I felt like I was choking on my own heart as he took a threatening step forward.
“So, you’re to blame for all these fucks being alive, huh? You fucking him?” he asked as he took another step forward. “Are you?” he barked, reaching down for me.
But not to drag me onto my feet.
No.
He went right for the waistband of my pants.
Then started to pull them down.
No.
Goddamnit, no.
I could take a beating to save Judah.
But I wouldn’t let him put his hands on me like this again.
If I was going to die, it was going to be with the memory of Aurelio’s hands on me.
Not Warren’s.
“Letting him touch what’s mine,” he added, his gaze watching as he started to expose some skin.
I don’t know where the speed came from.
But the combination of it, and Warren’s preoccupation with what he was planning to do to me, made me able to lift up and kick out my leg before he could stop me, landing hard to the bullet wound I knew must have still been hurting.
He reeled back, face twisted in pain.
I didn’t wait. I flew off the bed, and tried to put some space between us.
His anger overpowered his pain, though, making him turn and come right at me, grabbing me by the throat, squeezing tight.
“I’m not yours,” I hissed even as he started to cut off my air supply. “Never again,” I added before more words proved impossible.
“How’re you going to stop me now?” he asked, ramming me back against the rails of Judah’s crib, then reaching down again for my pants, yanking them down as far as he could without releasing my throat, and I could hear a ripping sound. “Haven’t you learned? I get what I want.”
There wasn’t much thought right then.
