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“Fuck! Fuck! Nick, go out front. We need a distraction. They’ll let you go with a warning. I’ll get Scarlett out of here.” Chaz grinds the words out, his voice guttural.
“Yeah-fucking-right, man. We’re a pack. Make Chris. I don’t trust you won’t keep that sexy thing for yourself.” Nick blocks Chaz, curling his fingers.
“You know he will. This was his plan all along,” I say, managing to grab Chaz’s shirt, pulling it up to block his view.
I throw my weight again, this time managing to knock him off balance. Hands link through my hair and drag me to my feet. I scream in pain, bucking my body, trying to break free of Chris’s hold. Nick throws punches, herding Chaz toward the wall. Tears burn my eyes. My muscles ache as exhaustion swallows me whole, demanding I rest, even for a moment.
But I can’t. If I stop fighting, they’ll take me.
I’ll never see my pack again.
Chaz snarls and charges Nick, knocking him off his feet. He locks his hands around his throat, squeezing.
“Cool it, man. You’re going to kill him,” Chris says, holding me away from him.
I grip his wrists, digging my nails into his skin.
“That’s the plan.” Chaz whips his head up, sadistically smiling.
Chris steps forward, loosening his hold. “What? N—”
I thrust my leg back, kicking Chris in his cock hard enough that he drops me. Scrambling forward, I push to my feet, heaving a breath. My survival instincts consume me, and I peek over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of Chris trying to pull Chaz off Nick.
“Scarlett!” Mom cries from the doorway to the bedroom.
I cringe at her squeaking voice. It’s enough to turn Chaz’s attention to me. Without hesitating, I dash toward the open kitchen. The slider off the breakfast nook leads to a patio. My bare feet slap the linoleum floor, and I search for something to protect myself with. Dirty dishes fill the sink, but I don’t get the chance to look.
“Stop, Scarlett! Don’t make me hurt you!” Chaz shouts from the living room.
I charge toward the sliding door, flicking the lock open. My heart thrashes in fear, wanting me to look for Chaz coming after me. My brain won’t allow it. I slide the patio chair to the block wall, using it to hoist myself up. Chaz smacks the glass, thrusting the door open. I jump from the patio wall and tumble across the dry grass, scraping my hands on the sidewalk to hop to my feet.
From here, the sirens shriek louder, but I don’t know which direction to head. I can’t stay here. I can’t fight Chaz.
I’ve never felt so helpless.
“Help!” I scream as loud as I can. If I can’t hide, at least I can do is make some noise. Draw some attention to me. “Help!”
I glance behind me. Chaz lands on the grass with a grunt. He scrunches his features with his rage. Bolting forward, he chases after me, not giving up. I scream again, pushing my feet to move. If he catches me, he’ll hurt me. Worse, he’ll kill me. Men like him are dangerous because he has nothing to lose except for the power he thinks he holds over me.
Keep running. Don’t stop. Stop, and you’ll die.I follow the pathway curving through the complex, cutting left when I hit a fork and run toward where voices hum through the air. The familiar noise of a bouncing basketball catches my attention, and I spin and run toward the high-fenced courts where a couple of teens play.
“Help! I was kidnapped! He’ll kill me!” I yell, waving my arms. “Please!”
Arms lock around me, lifting me off my feet. “She’s lying. Mind your fucking business or I’ll send Pack Fernando to shut you up.”
“No!” I jerk my head back, head-butting Chaz in the nose.
He yowls and drops me, slamming me hard to the sidewalk. He can’t get away with this. He’s out of control. A psychopath. Threatening children is beyond monstrous. How dare he think he has that kind of power.
Chaz lunges to grab me, but I sweep my leg out, knocking him into the bushes. I crab walk backward, screaming as loudly as I can. I hit my back on the building wall, the rundown complex needing serious renovation as paint flakes rain down on me. I dig my fingers into the dirt, scratching the concrete fountain jutting out from the laminate siding. A chunk breaks off in my hand, and I clutch it for dear life.
“Scarlett, you fucking bitch!” Chaz dusts his hands on his pants, jogging toward me.
I can’t find the strength to get up and run. My hope dwindles away with every foot he closes between us. My life might end before it ever had the chance to truly begin. Bad omegas don’t get perfect packs and dream lives. They get screwed over, degraded, and left in pieces to be put back together by monstrous alphas.
“Leave her alone!” a kid yells from the basketball court.
I blink my eyes, clearing the tears from my vision. A teen boy chucks his basketball at Chaz, hitting him in the back. Then another boy follows his lead.
