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“Oh, don’t do that, little rabbit.” His fingers pinch my jaw forcefully, causing me to open my mouth slightly. He bends in front of me, shoving two fingers between my lips until they hit my gag reflex. This time, I don’t fight the tears.
“That’s better.” Keeping two fingers in my mouth, he stands. “Now keep those teeth away from me and we won’t have problems. But if you keep fighting me, I’ll knock you the fuck out and do whatever I want with that tight little body of yours.”
“Winton,” Damon chides. For a brief second I allow myself to hope maybe this won’t happen. That’s easily squashed when Winton’s free hand pets my hair and his eyes dance as if this is just a game. A game he is used to winning.
Winton glares at his friend. “Try to stop me, Damon. See what happens to that leg you need to play running back.”
Damon raises his hands, the threat clear.
Bile rises in my throat as I relax my jaw and all hope fades. I have no choice in the matter. I could just bite his dick off, but he has the advantage of being above me.
I begin to hyperventilate as Winton takes a step forward and I think maybe I will just pass out so I don’t have to remember any of this.
“Let her go!” The sound of a gravelly voice pierces through the chaos, causing my eyes to shoot wide open.
I cry out in relief and when the guys’ attention is stolen and I jump to my feet, ready to flee. Suddenly, Winton grabs my arm before I’m able to run. My dress falls down even farther and I actually sniffle when I realize this guy is all alone.
“I said, let her go,” the newcomer repeats himself, this time his voice even thicker, more domineering.
It’s hard to see who he is, but he just might be my knight in shining armor. He’s wearing a hoodie that’s flipped over his downcast head, offering only a shadow of his face. Pushing the sleeves of his hoodie up, I catch sight of a broken pipe in his right hand. The veins in his forearms protrude as he taps the bar to his palm in a slow and threatening motion.
This can’t end well. I might be selfish in my way of thinking, but I don’t care who gets hurt here, so long as it’s not me.
“Get lost before you get your ass kicked,” Winton warns.
The newcomer takes two steps forward, his identity still a mystery, though I doubt I’d know him even if I saw his face. “The only ones who will be getting their asses kicked are the three of you if you don’t let the girl go.”
“You brought a fucking weapon.” Winton actually sounds afraid for the first time tonight. “Hardly seems fair.”
“Three on one isn’t fair either.” The newcomer growls. “Let her go or your face will be meeting this metal pipe.”
Suddenly, my wrist is freed. I jump to the left, putting some space between myself and the Neanderthals. I pivot around to face the mystery guy, wanting to run toward him and thank him for saving me. But he isn’t done with these guys.
He stands tall, probably six foot, shoulders taut, and there is something oddly familiar about him. “Get the hell outta here.”
“I…I don’t know where to go,” I tell him honestly, pulling the split fabric of my dress together to hide myself.
“Just go back the fucking way you came,” he barks.
I turn around, and around, and around. Unsure of which way I came. I’m so fucking screwed right now.
Somewhere between me getting lost in my thoughts to me snapping out of them, the assholes have all huddled around the new guy, exchanging malicious words and threats.
Without warning, the new guy swings the pipe and it meets the back of Winton’s skull. The sickening crunch of bones colliding with metal echoes through the air and my stomach lurches.
I gasp at the sight, my hands flying to my mouth. Taking a few small steps backward, I know I need to get out of here. But I’m frozen solid, watching as the new guy tosses down the pipe and barrels toward Winton. He doesn’t slow down as he takes him straight to the ground.
The new guy lifts his head, hands wrapped around Blondie’s throat, and for a brief moment, I catch a glimpse of his icy blue eyes.
“Go! Now!” I jolt at the sound of his voice, shaken to my core.
I nod repeatedly, feeling like all the air has been forced out of my lungs. “I owe you one,” I whisper with bated breath.
I move quickly through the park, passing by familiar scenery, and before long, I’m positive I’m heading in the direction I came.
I’m not sure what would have happened to me if that guy didn’t show up tonight. I can’t even fathom what those assholes would have done to me.
Unfortunately, I’ll never be able to repay him. I’m out of here in a couple days and I’ll never see him again.
