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My breath hitches when I recognize the woman in the photos. Francesca Vaughn. My eyes frantically search more of my surroundings. No. no. no… Why are we in her house? I pull myself off the ground, my palm dripping blood.
I follow where Chino went and gasp. Francesca Vaughn is bloodied and bound, tied to a chair. “Chino, what are you doing? What’s going on?”
“Sit, sit.” He waves his gun toward a chair.
“No, I’m good standing. Where’s Vincent?”
Chino’s laugh is loud and fiendish. “Oh, that? Yeah, that was a little fib to get you to come with me.”
I peel my eyes away from him to Francesca. Tears mixed with blood from a cut across her cheek stream down her face. “Why?”
“Why what? I thought you would be happy to be reunited with an old friend.”
I glance back at Francesca. “I don’t know her—”
“Oh, come on now. Let’s not do that. It’s gonna hurt her feelings, isn’t it?” Chino brings his gun to her ear, and she jerks away, a muffled sob escaping her gagged mouth. “You’re seriously gonna tell me you don’t know each other?”
I slowly nod. “I don’t know her.”
“Interesting, because she tells me a different story. That you stole her invitation to the gala and showed up as her.”
“I don’t know—”
“It would make sense. Logan’s strange behavior. Suddenly claiming you’re his precious girlfriend.”
I put my hands up, cautiously surrendering to his crazy. “You’re wrong. Logan is my boy—”
“Cut the bullshit. You ain’t shit to Justice. And I want to know why he’s covering for you.”
“He’s not. You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never met her, so we can just go—”
“If you don’t know her, then you won’t be too upset when I do this.” He aims his gun at Francesca’s temple and pulls the trigger. Wetness splatters across my face as the bullet exits through the other side. Her head drops forward, and a scream rips from my throat. I turn around to run, but Chino is behind me, grabbing a chunk of my hair.
“Let me go!” I cry, and he tackles me to the ground.
“Not just yet, baby doll.” His heavy weight has me at a disadvantage. He flips me, his hands capturing my wrists and wrenching them above my head. “Think Logan would mind if I got a taste of his precious girlfriend?” I kick and yell as he shoves his free hand up my shirt and exposes my bra. “Not working with much I see.”
“Please don’t,” I beg, trying to free myself.
“Not a chance I’m stopping. Gotta see what has Logan and my boss so worked up. I’ll report back just how sweet you are. Bet you’re tight as fuck too. Do me a favor and beg while I’m fucking you. Turns me on.” He drags his hand down my belly and yanks at the waistline of my skirt until his hand disappears. I cry out.
“Fuck, you got me hard as fuck. You gonna wet my fingers with your magical pussy too?” His fingers find my sex, and he moans, loosening his tight grip on my wrists. I jerk my hand free and reach for some glass from a photo frame. Locking it inside my grip, I stab it into his side.
Chino howls out in pain and falls to the side. I scurry up to my feet and run toward the door. He jumps at me, but I dodge him and rip open the door. I’ve never run so fast in my life, my feet slamming against the pavement as I sprint toward the street. I don’t dare look behind me to see if he’s following me. My legs burn by the time I make it to a busier street. A blaring horn honks at me and swerves as I run into the middle of the intersection. I throw my hands up for someone to stop for me, and almost get taken out by a delivery truck. Two more cars fly past, swerving around me until a wide-eyed old man stops an inch short of splattering me across his windshield.
“Oh my God, thank you!” I shout and hurry over to the passenger side. I rip open the door and fling myself inside. The poor man is pale as a ghost. “I need you to take me to a police station!”
“Oh my, little missy, you can get yourself killed running into traffic like that—”
“I know, please. Just…can you just drive?” My head whips toward the direction I came from. Did he follow me? What if he saw what car I got into? “Please!” I raise my voice, scaring the poor man. My heart is beating so fast that I can’t catch my breath. He begins to drive, and I sit back, cradling my wounded hand to my chest. I force myself to take a breath, but my throat locks, and I heave out a sharp sob. The realization of what just happened starts to sink in. “Shit,” I hiss under my breath. Keep it together, Addy.
