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“Fuck her,” Oscar demands, knowing how humiliating this is for me, seeing as my first time will be with a stranger as I’m pinned down.
There is a tremble to Dominic’s touch as he grips my chin and presses his lips to mine. He kisses me, attempting to coax me to reciprocate, but I’m numb. He begins touching my naked body, over my breasts and down my stomach.
A single tear slips free, but I accept my fate. I am tired, so fucking tired of fighting. Is this how Ingrid and Dominic feel? Is their spirit broken too? After a while, the fight in one will die because how many times can one get back up after being knocked down time after time?
I brace for my innocence to be shattered once and for all…but it never comes.
“What’s the matter? Do it!” Oscar screams, but to my surprise, Dominic shakes his head and slowly rises off me.
I don’t know what’s happening? Is this yet another cruel joke? A false sense of security before they destroy me for good?
“I-I can’t. Forgive me, but I can’t.” He meets my eyes and nods an apology as he bends to pick up my T-shirt.
I stare dumbfounded, not sure what’s going on.
But Oscar storms over, beyond livid as he punches Dominic in the stomach, resulting in him buckling over with a pained grunt. “If you want something done, then you’ve got to do it yourself.”
Dominic tries to roll away but is too late as Oscar kicks him in the side, stomach, back. Wherever he can strike him, he does. Ingrid screams, rocking backward and forward, pulling her hair as she watches the horror unfold.
I spring up, still very naked, ready to take this bastard down with my bare hands, but he turns and slaps my cheek. The force is so great, I stagger backward, trying to catch my breath.
“We will see what Saint thinks when I send you back to him in teeny-tiny pieces.” The threat isn’t empty, and I run for my life, clutching my side as I’m winded.
The door suddenly bursts open, and when I see Alek, I am actually thankful he’s here. When he sees my very naked state, his confusion turns to absolute pure rage. “????????”
I can explain everything later because right now, I just want to flee.
“Let’s go,” I pant, intent on running out the door. But the two men who subdued Max stand guard. They don’t mask their leering, which has me covering my modesty with my hands.
“Oscar, what is the meaning of this?” Alek shouts, standing in front of me to shield me from prying eyes as best as he can.
Oscar is breathless, and his usual cool demeanor has slipped as he brushes the tousled hair from his eyes. “I was just getting to know your ???????. That isn’t a problem, is it?”
I peer at Oscar from around Alek’s taut frame. Of course, it is. So why isn’t Alek stringing him up by the balls?
Oscar reveals why. “Because I didn’t have a problem when you did the same to my Ingrid. Isn’t that right?”
I gasp, unsure what I’m hearing.
“This is hardly the same thing,” he spits, shaking his head. “She wasn’t running from a room, fearing for her life.”
Alek quickly removes his jacket and turns, offering it to me. As much as I want to tell him to go to hell, I accept it and quickly slip it on. It comes mid-thigh and covers everything, seeing as he’s triple my size. He nods, his eyes full of apology.
“Regardless, you had no qualms taking what was mine.”
Alek swallows deeply, appearing…remorseful for the fact. He turns back around to face Oscar while I shift toward the wall to watch this all unfold. “Yes, you’re right. It was wrong of me. But that doesn’t warrant you terrorizing Willow.”
Ingrid’s tears have stopped as she looks at Alek with nothing but affection. What the hell is going on?
“What makes her so different?” Oscar asks, gesturing his head my way. I use the wall as my shield and press my back up against it. “How does what I did differ from what you did? Didn’t you take what was mine and do with her as you pleased?”
“Enough,” Alek warns, the air thick with tension.
But Oscar doesn’t take the hint. “No, tell me. I want to know.”
Alek storms forward, towering over Oscar as he bellows, “I actually care about Ingrid’s well-being! You are doing this merely out of spite.That’sthe difference,friend. Willow means more to me than you’ll ever know! Touch her again, and we’ll have a problem.”
The room falls deathly silent while I blink once, winded by his confession.
