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"Not nearly as tough against your own kind, are you?" he said.
"I-I don't want any trouble."
"Well, see, that's not going to work, because I do."
I shook my head, my gaze fixed on the lower half of his face, so he couldn't see my eyes. "Please. Whatever you want, I'll do it. Just don't--"
He lunged and rammed me back against the cab. Pinning me there, he lowered his nose to my neck and inhaled.
"Fuck, that is something else."
"Pl-please don't--" I stammered, then I slammed my fist into his gut.
He stumbled back, doubled over. An uppercut to the jaw sent him sailing backward. A roundhouse kick toppled him over the side, and he hit the ground flat on his back, his gasp and curse swallowed by the gusting wind.
I jumped onto the edge of the bed, balancing on the back corner, waiting for him to get up so I could kick him back down, then make a run for it. Only he just lay there, looking up at me. Then he smiled.
"Now that's more like it. Damn, that's more like it."
He licked blood from his lips. His smile widened and blood gushed, streaming down his cheek. His smile changed, all amusement vanishing, replaced by something ugly that hit me in the pit of the stomach, prodding awake everything that horrible letter had unburied. The terrified little girl inside screamed for me to run, just run. Only I couldn't. I didn't run anymore, not from men like this.
He got up, slow, as if testing his muscles. I tensed and watched his thighs, waiting as they bunched and then--
He leapt up and grabbed for my ankles, but I was already in flight. I swung behind him and got in two lightning-fast hits before he turned and came at me, still moving slow as I danced back.
"You like this?" He licked the blood again. "Get the old adrenaline pumping. Land a few shots. Make a guy bleed." He smiled that ugly smile. "I bet you've made a lot of guys bleed for you."
He swung. I ducked, but he followed with a pile driver to the side of my jaw, holding none of that steroid-pumped superhuman strength back. The earth rushed up to meet me. I lay on the frozen ground, blinking hard, struggling to remain focused, knowing if I didn't...
Stay conscious. Stay conscious.
Tesler loomed over me. "If you hit me, honey, I'm going to hit back. I hit a lot harder, don't I?"
Stay conscious. Stay--
"Down for the count? I was hoping for a few more rounds." He grinned. "But I guess this will do."
As he reached for his belt buckle, any urge to drift off evaporated. Then the man in the truck hit the horn.
"Ah, fuck."
Tesler glanced over. The man blasted the horn again. I closed my eyes to slits. When Tesler looked back at me again, he frowned and prodded my leg, checking whether I'd passed out. The man banged on the window, his shouts muffled by the wind. The mutt cursed, gaze swinging between me and the truck. Then his belt whirred as he pulled it through the buckle. I tensed, ready to leap up, hit him with everything I had. Fight, bite, scream, kick...
The horn blared.
"Guess you'll keep a moment," he muttered. "Maybe you'll even wake up." A short laugh. "I'd like it a lot better if you woke up."
Belt undone, he strode to the driver's window and rapped. It squeaked as the man lowered it a few inches.
"I'm not going to let you do that." The man waved a cell phone. "I'm calling 911."
If he really intended to, he would have. He didn't want to get involved, but his conscience said he couldn't stand by and watch a woman get raped, so he had to at least make the threat and hope that was enough.
"Did you see what that bitch did to me?" Tesler pointed to his bloodied face. "And what she did to your truck? That's going to cost you. And for what? Because you were having a bit of fun with her?"
"Yes, but--"
"Tell you what..."
