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I just kept seeing Enzo’s face when I closed my eyes, and I finally admitted to myself the truth.
He would’ve raped me if he had gotten the chance.
I recognized the lust in his eyes. The desire. The need.
Next to me, Asher slept soundlessly, chest rising and falling.
The room was...silent. Deathly so.
Weirdly so.
Not even Fallon, a renowned snorer, was making noise, and I knew he was asleep. Hell, they all were asleep, even Ronan and Ryder who were supposed to be on guard duty.
Something’s not right.
Even as the thought came to me, I recognized the rightness of the statement. No way would all my men be asleep after the threat with Enzo. Unless they were dead or sick or drugged -
Drugged.
Horror filled me instantly, and I jerked upright in bed. Placing my hand on Asher’s shoulder, I began to shake him.
“Wake up, Baby. Wake up.”
He slept on.
Pulling my hand back, I only had a second to register what I was doing before I slapped him across the face. Guilt and regret surged through me, but that contorted into horror when he still didn’t stir.
“Fuck!”
Scrambling off the bedroll, I did the same to Fallon. Then Declan. Then Ronan and Ryder. Finally, Tamson.
Not one stirred.
Panic ran down my veins, clogged my throat, suffocated me. The darkness which had once been comforting now felt like keen knives stabbing into my chest.
I couldn’t think of a curse word bad enough to encapsulate what I felt. Fuck bucket. Penis breath dog shit face (my personal favorite). Bloody tampon. Satan’s flaccid dick masturbating in a pool of tears. Shit head asswipe.
Muttering under my breath, I procured a dagger from underneath my bedspread. A gift from Asher, my lovable psychopath. With bated breath, I pressed myself against the wall where the door would open.
And then I waited.
It took less than an hour for someone to tentatively push it open, broad shoulders filling the frame. Too large to be Enzo, that meant.
His head moved from body to body, and I could almost see the wheels turning when he didn’t see mine.
I took that moment to leap from my hiding place, kicking the back of his knees. When he fell, a startled gasp escaping him, I wrapped my arm around his throat the way Fallon taught me. A chokehold.
And not the kinky type of choking either.
He was significantly larger than me, but I used my legs to cling to him like a spider monkey. His hands feebly pawed at my arm, nails digging into my skin to the point of pain, but I held firm. My other hand pressed the knife into his back, nicking skin.
“Don’t struggle,” I whispered in what I wanted to be a soothing voice but probably sounded more like a sociopathic murderer luring children to her van. Yup. I did not have a future career as a serial killer - couldn’t get the voice down.
When he finally passed out, large body toppling unceremoniously onto the tiled ground and head lolling, I whispered, “You’ve been...Addified.”
Still needed a better catchphrase.
Before I could revel in my victory, rough hands yanked under my armpits and jerked me back. I yelped, flailing, as one hand released me only to move to my mouth. Gagging me.
