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“Bitch, I told you, not before I do my job. You wanna go get a dance from someone else? Try. I’ll shoot you too. Now, let’s go. I got a job to do.” He drags the girl, wailing and screaming. She gets a good kick in, causing Logan to grunt. When he passes by me, he stops. “You fucking coming?”
I turn to Vincent, who’s wearing a satisfied smirk, ready to eat me alive if I choose to stay. “Yep, totally coming,” I blurt out, then chase after him as he exits out the side door. The lake breeze almost knocks me off my feet. I sway, grabbing the railing before falling overboard. Overboard…as in… “Oh god, no…” My eyes slam shut. My chest tightens, and I struggle to breathe. I’m outside, about to be thrown into the abyss of my worst phobia.
The girl’s screaming carries in the wind, and I pop my eyes back open. Logan covers her mouth with his hand, hissing, “Shut the fuck up.” She continues to struggle in his arms, landing another blow to his knee. “Fuck,” he grunts, shoving her to the ground. The wind picks up again, causing me to lose my balance. I grip the railing tighter, my dress getting sucked through the slats of the rails. A silent scream rattles my brain, terror invading my reality and cracking me in half.
The girl’s shrieking sobs pull me back. I force the terror down my throat and fight to help her. “Logan, please. Don’t do this. She’s innocent, you know that. It was me. I tossed the invitation right before I went into the gala. She has nothing to do with this,” I beg, unable to comprehend the fact that he’s about to kill an innocent girl. Also, that I was almost her. “Logan, listen to me, don’t—”
“Addy, you seriously have to shut the fuck up right now,” he spits out, reaching in his pocket for his phone. He starts typing out a text message. Is right now really the best time to be sending text messages! Shoving it back in his pocket, he throws the girl to the floor when she tries to stand. Looking at me, he says, “You gotta trust me right now, okay? You trust me?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No.” He points the gun to the girl and pulls the trigger, a loud crack slicing through the air. My eyes slam shut. My screams are mixed with hers. Logan is on me instantly, and I fight him, afraid he’s about to do the same to me. “Addy, stay with me. Trust me, okay?”
My eyes barely open long enough to tell him he’s absolutely insane if he thinks I’m going to trust a drug-dealing, murdering thug. But I don’t get the chance to share my opinion. The pinch of a needle sliding into my neck sparks a warmth inside my veins. I barely register the reality that I’m about to join the girl in the lake, swimming with the fish. Dizziness washes over me, and the lights go out.
“Stay still, naughty girl. Time to get punished. And by punished, I mean I’m going to devour every single inch of your succulent flesh.”
“Oh, dear. Please don’t hurt me,” I breathlessly moan as my dress falls to my feet, exposing my burning skin. My nipples pebble at his searing eyes. Inch by inch, he scans over my body and licks his bottom lip.
“Not sure that’s an option, sweetheart. You’ve been a bad girl. Daddy needs to punish you. Now, come over here so I can eat you alive.” He captures me, his large hands digging into my waist as his luscious lips seal over mine. He kisses me rough and passionately, then rips his mouth from mine. His lips move to my neck, feathering light kisses against my skin until he bares his teeth and sinks them into the dip of my collarbone. I moan as his other hand dips between my legs and thrusts—
I shoot forward in bed, a layer of sweat along my brow line, my nipples protruding through my pajama top. I brush my clammy palms down my neck, searching for a bitemark. “Jesus all mighty,” I groan, my skin still buzzing. “I seriously need to stop reading romance books so late at night.” I toss myself back onto my bed. The image of my hot dream man begins to fade in my mind, and I close my eyes in hopes of falling back to sleep and continuing where we left off. Work can wait.
Work.
Work.
Work!
“Son of a gun!” I lunge forward and twist my head to look at the clock. I’m an hour late. Fudge! I try to my legs from my comforter but get tangled in it and fall sideways off my bed. “Shoot, shoot, shoot!” I’m totally getting fired. I peel my face up off my floor, my eyes catching the bright red material in a pile next to me. My dress. The gala. Logan Justice, the mob thug.
