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“Stay the fuck away from me!” I shout, backing up the stairs of the church and lunging at the three boys as they creep closer to me. All three of them look deranged, and it’s clear from the size of their pupils that they’re fucking high too.
“Now, now, Pen. We just wanna see what all the fuss is about,” Frederico says, his salacious gaze roving over me.
“You get any closer and I’ll cut your fucking throat!” I shout, ready and willing to do just that, but I miss a step behind me and stumble backwards, dropping the broken bottle. It rolls away down the steps and out of reach as my arse hits the hard stone with a painful thud.
I scramble for it, but Frederico and his two goons lunge for me, getting to me first. His two minions grab my arms and I kick out, catching Frederico’s jaw with my foot but my aim isn’t true, and it doesn’t do enough damage. With my arms trapped above me, Frederico straddles my hips, pinning me to the floor.
“Yeah, baby!” he shouts out, fist bumping the air as the crowd reacts. I feel their violence as though it’s an untamable beast slicing at my defences with sharpened claws. It permeates the air, making my heart pound and fear tightening around my neck like a snake asphyxiating its prey.
“You’d do anything for the Breakers, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah, I would,” I retort through gritted teeth as I twist my torso, trying to throw him off me. “I’d doanythingfor the ones I love.” Leaning over, Frederico, presses his mouth against my ear.
“Are you sure they’re really worth it?”
“I know they are!”
He laughs. “You really have no idea about what they’ve been doing in Jeb’s name, do you, Pen? You’re so fucking gullible.”
“Fuck you!” I scream back, thrashing beneath him.
“It would make your skin crawl,” he continues, taunting me. “Those motorbikes they drive were bought withblood money, Pen. You think just because they dance they’re incapable of hurting someone. You really don’t know them very well at all, but I can help enlighten you. Join Dante’s Crew and you’ll have my protection, for life.”
“No! I’d rather die than join your crew,” I spit.
“Shame,” he smirks. “I guess fucking you will have to do then.”
I scream loudly, fighting with every last scrap of anger as I buck and twist, thrusting my hips upwards in an attempt to dislodge him. This was all a fucking setup to get me here. He wanted me that night at Rocks, but Dax made a fool of him and served him his arse. Now he intends on taking me to prove a fucking point. The fucking rapist.
“Try it and see what happens,” I snarl back.
Frederico raises his hand and slaps me hard against my check. “I’m going to enjoy this!” he retorts, unbuckling his trousers. He’s too caught up in his actions to notice that the crowd behind him has quietened. I stop struggling when I see Xeno towering over him, holding onto the jagged bottle I’d broken earlier.
“Get off our girl, you dirty piece of shit,” he growls, bringing down the broken bottle and sliding it across Frederico’s cheek. Blood spurts from the wound. A bright red arc that splatters across the concrete steps not far from my head.
Frederico’s scream is drowned out by Xeno’s roar as he hauls him backwards off me.
The two guys who were pinning my arms down, let go and launch themselves upwards. Only to back off when a gunshot is fired into the air.
My head snaps around and I see both Zayn and York holding a gun each. Zayn points one at the boys who were holding me down, and York points the other at the crowd.
Fuck.
Scrambling to my feet, I run towards Dax and drop onto my knees beside him. I check his pulse and press my ear to his mouth, he’s still breathing. Yanking at his body, I turn him over onto his back so I can check his injuries.
“Dax? Dax! Can you hear me?” I say, cupping his face. “Dax!”
Dax groans, his eyelids fluttering open as he lifts his hand to his head. “Kid!” he immediately says the second consciousness seeps back in. Worry and rage making his voice thick with emotion.
“Shh, I’m okay,” I say, reassuring him. Beside us Xeno is fighting Frederico, and I try to block out the sound of skin splitting and bones breaking. “Can you sit up? We need to get you out of here.”
“We?” he grumbles, letting me help him into a seated position.
“The guys are here. They’re dealing with Frederico and his goons.”
Dax nods, then groans.
In the distance, I can hear the familiar sound of the cops closing in, their sirens piercing the cold night air but it’s gunfire that has the rest of Dante’s Crew scattering like leaves in the wind. My head snaps around, momentarily relieved that York had just fired another bullet into the air and not into the crowd.
