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She slammed to the ground, her hands jerking to her head, nails digging into his flesh as he cursed.
“You sorry whore!”
Agony screeched through her nervous system as he jerked her up by her hair. A hard fist glanced the side of her head, momentarily rattling her before she could kick back with the heels of her boots.
Wiggling, scratching, she fought to be free as he jerked her around by the hair, his other hand moving.
The gun. He had a gun.
Her screams pierced the night as she released his arm to grip the one she knew held the gun. He shook her as her hands reached for him, c
ausing her to fall against him. The feel of the gun at his waist had her reaching desperately for it.
His hands knocked hers aside as she felt it, as it was almost in her grasp. The blow numbed her wrists as she felt the weapon knock to the ground.
“You fucking bitch!” he yelled into the night, his fist cracking against her cheek as she struggled in his grip.
Stars exploded in front of her eyes as an edge of darkness began to seep through her mind. Rogue felt herself wavering, knees weakening as she began to fall.
He shook her and she barely felt the pain in her head until her knees collapsed and the force of her weight threatened to tear her hair from the roots.
“Where’s the fucking gun, bitch?” he screamed in her ear. “I’m going to beat the fucking hell out of you before I put a bullet between your eyes. ”
It was dark, so dark. Rogue felt herself falling, felt the strength leaving her limbs.
Suddenly she was free. She went to the ground with enough force to bruise her knees.
The moment of freedom seemed to pump the strength back into her. Not a lot, just enough to scramble away before turning on her back and kicking out.
She caught him in the knees with the sharp tips of her heels, slamming them into his kneecaps and feeling a surge of triumph at his squall of pain as he stumbled backward.
Turning, she fought to crawl quickly from him. Her nails tore against the hard-packed dirt. Her hair fell over her face, blinding her further.
It was already so dark she didn’t worry about the hair. The curls tangled around her arms, her face; rocks dug into her knees and palms.
She had to be close to escape. Close enough to get to her feet and run. She paused only long enough to try to jump to her feet. As her toes dug into the ground, harsh hands wrapped around her ankles and jerked her back.
The rending of fabric where her jeans ripped at the knees infuriated her. Why that would piss her off she didn’t know, but a growl clawed from her throat as she tried to kick out at him again.
“I wanted to be nice about this. ” His voice was demented, monstrous. “I would have been nice. ”
The gun was in her face.
Rogue stilled. She felt the barrel pressing into her cheek, looked up, and through the fog saw the demon wielding it.
“There’s a nice way to murder someone?” she cried out. “Is that what you told Joe and Jaime, that you’d be nice? Is that what you told their grandmother?”
“No,” he sneered. “I told them to burn in hell. And that’s where you’ll burn, too. ”
His finger tightened on the trigger.
Rogue’s scream pierced the night, spurring Zeke through the night as he raced to find her. The night-vision device he wore painted the world in a hazy green, but it was a clear picture of where he was going.
The house was just ahead of them. Gene was at his back, Alex off to his left, while Dawg took the right.
He couldn’t seem to run fast enough, he couldn’t get enough speed to his legs; adrenaline wasn’t coursing fast enough through his body.
Desperation filled his mind as pain seemed to sear his soul. He was too late. He was going to be too late to save her. He was going to lose her. The only woman who had ever touched his heart, and he was going to lose her if he didn’t hurry.
