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“Scared, little bitch?” he hissed.
The gun was right there, I’d gotten the case open, but I couldn’t grab it. I was paralyzed, staring at him, replaying everything. The knife at my throat, his body atop mine, forcing himself inside me.
Thomas hissed something as he reached for the gun case, but Vincent was there in an instant, kicking it away.
“I’ll deal with you in a minute, boy,” he snapped, sneering down at me.
I whimpered as he bent over, fisting his hand in my hair and dragging me away from Thomas.
“Thomas!” I cried out, the blood staining his tee as his head fell to the floor.
He gasped for air, weakly moving his hand up to cover his wound. He’d lost so much blood already.
“Such a shame I have to do this, it would’ve been nice to properly have my way with you. We got interrupted last time,” Vincent said as he threw me onto the floor.
I cried, scrambling to escape him, tears shrouding my vision. All the self-defense I’d tried to practice with Zane was gone. It was useless to know if I couldn’t force myself to act.
Vincent kneeled down, rolling me onto my back before straddling me.
I caught my breath, my eyes widening as he pinned me down.
“Such a pretty thing, such a waste,” he clucked as he held the gun to my forehead.
I didn’t dare move a muscle, all the sounds outside the room fading away as the cool metal of the barrel pressed to my forehead.
I stared at his tattooed head, at the brutal sneer he wore.
So this was where I died?
“No, I think I’d like to feel you go out, makes it all that much more fun,” he cooed as he cocked his head at me.
I didn’t know what he meant until he holstered his gun quickly and wrapped his hands around my throat.
I would’ve preferred the gunshot.
Instinct kicked in, and I writhed beneath him, clawing at his hands as I gasped for air, my throat being crushed as he grinned down at me sadistically. I didn’t want his face to be the last thing I saw, not smiling like that. Enjoying my demise.
I struggled beneath him, praying I’d get the right angle, reaching for his face in an attempt to gouge out an eye or anything. But he just adjusted himself to avoid me, all while still grinning like a madman.
My vision was fading, the strength leaving my body, my limbs becoming heavy like lead.
I didn’t want to die here. Not when I’d not said it back.
That I loved them all.
A bestial roar rose up, a sound I’d not heard a man make before in my life. Was it even a man?
Vincent’s head snapped to the side, the whites of his eyes showing as true terror hit him.
Even in my fading state, a smugness hit me.
That’s right, fucker, be scared of my men.
A naked body slammed into Vincent, tearing him off me with such force that I was yanked to the side.
I sucked in mouthfuls of painful air, my throat protesting. But I was beyond grateful as the oxygen flooded my brain, revitalizing me enough that I could lift my head to see Enzo slamming his fists into Vincent’s face like he was nothing more than a pathetic punching bag.
The muscles rippled through his back as blood sprayed from Vincent’s face, and I just stared, my emotions struggling to comprehend everything.
