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The guy moves the slightest bit, his eyes barely open a crack now. I guess he’s not dead. Yet.
“Fuck you,” he mumbles, then spits at Luka.
Luka takes the bat and lodges it under the guy’s neck, crushing his windpipe. He tries to push the bat away, but Luka only pushes harder, making his eyes bug out from the pressure.
“Tell me what I want to know.” Luka loosens his grip just enough to get the guy breathing again.
“They’re coming for the princess. And none of you can stop them,” he chokes.
“Who’s coming?” Luka yells.
“Good luck figuring it out, asshole.” He flips Luka off, his chest heaving.
Luka leaps to his feet and brings the bat back over his head before driving it against the guy’s skull. He bludgeons the bastard until his whole head is transformed into a bloody pulp. I watch it happen, bile bitter in the back of my throat, wincing at every dull thunk.
A gunshot rings out somewhere else in the house, and I yelp. Luka unties my wrists from the bedpost and hands me my shorts. I yank the fabric back up over my hips, and then jump off the bed to huddle against Luka.
“Stay here.” Luka runs out of the room with the bloody bat.
The unfortunate asshole on the floor takes his last few shuddering breaths, and alarm snakes through my insides. I stare at the man’s bloody and broken face.
Whois coming for me?
This obviously wasn’t the work of a search-and-rescue team.
My father hasn’t made a single attempt to find me or free me from my fate, one crafted by his own reckless and shady-ass dealings.
Another gunshot explodes into the air, and I clap a hand over my mouth. Heavy footsteps in the hallway get closer and louder. I drop to my knees, tearing open the guy's jacket to feel around for a weapon. My fingers close around a gun, and with a shaky hand, I pull it out.
I wrap my fingers around the handle. It’s heavier than I expected. Does it have a safety? How would I know? Tremors assault my body.
Oh my God…
How the fuck am I supposed to defend myself if I don’t even know how to use the damn weapon?
When Luka’s face appears in the doorway, I drop the gun like it’s on fire and cover my face with my hands. The sob that had been lodged in my throat finally erupts out of my mouth.
Luka staggers into the room and sinks down onto the floor next to me.
“Why is this happening?” I whisper.
My life before him was safe and drama-free.
I was happy, dammit.
Clearly a little ignorant, too, but still.
My entire world has become some twisted, alternate reality in less than twenty-four hours. The noxious stench of death chokes me, and I can’t take a deep, freeing breath because all my freedom has been stripped away.
Forever.
Luka tries to put his arm around me when he sees my teeth chattering. I tell myself he’s only trying to comfort me, but the pressure of his fingertips on my side sends a thrill of desire through me, awakening my body.
His rough touch, erotic threats, and dirty mouth should offend me, but they only light me up like a Fourth of July fireworks display.
I want to lean into his touch. I want to offer myself up to him, right there on the floor next to the man he just killed. But I can’t because he’s part of the reason I’m in this predicament. My God, I hate myself for feeling this way.
And I hate him more for imprisoning me like a caged animal and for eliciting all of these dangerous emotions. He makes me feel things I’ve never dared to desire before. He’s awoken my inner sex goddess, and I don’t know if I can ever nudge her back to sleep.
