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She was on her feet, rushing him, blindly wanting to rip his eyes out for daring to touch her tormented sister. She vaulted over the desk, reaching for this throat to strangle him, but he easily subdued her, shoving her back into her chair and returning to his own as if he had just swatted a fly.
Fury consumed Hannah as memories from her past closed in. Nightmares of men exactly like Jake Davenport had finally pushed Holly to take her own life, leaving Hannah to care for the only bright spot in their lives, Connor.
Guilt rushed Hannah, making it hard to breathe as she remembered how Holly had protected her younger sister from their father as much as she could. He had reserved his most vile perversions for his oldest daughter. Holly's final strength had been spent helping put the monster behind bars and making sure Hannah and her son, Connor, would be safe.
Once Holly had accomplished her mission, she had no will left to fight for her own survival. Connor had never known his real mother. Hannah was all he had left, and she needed to survive the hell she was in for him.
Hannah forced herself to let go of the nightmare memories to focus on the here and now. "I'll repeat. What the hell do you want with me?" she said.
Jake droned on, seemingly uncaring about the bomb he'd set off inside her. "I want a lot of things from you, but for starters, I want you to be my accountant. I also want you to escort me to an important party tonight."
She must have heard him wrong. "A party? Now?"
"It's a special kind of party. I think you'll learn a great deal about my most lucrative business by attending."
He was being vague, probably hoping she would ask more questions. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He continued anyway. "Your father used to hold the same kinds of parties in Ohio, with a little younger crowd. I attended a few. He was very... accommodating."
Fury flared in her. "I knew you were a lot of things, Jake, but I didn't know you were a pedophile in addition to being a rapist."
"There you go with that rape allegation again. That's not how I remember it at all. Maybe this will help jog your memory." He took out a remote control from the top drawer of his desk and pointed it at the large, flat-screen TV on the wall. The movie that came to life was a horror flick.
The picture was dark, but Hannah recognized the office at his house. The sound of his hand connecting with her bare ass filled the room. It was surreal to be watching him spank her. Had that really only been three nights before?
She'd been drugged that night, but as the scene played out, she was sure he had edited out the parts where he'd hurt her the most. What remained played as if she had begged him to fuck her.
His words from the TV filled the room. "That's it, baby. Let me take care of you. Your body wants this."
Damn him. She remembered how her body had wanted to be fucked, but it had been the drugs!
"Jake..." She had called his name.
"That's 'Sir.'" He had corrected her.
She watched herself wriggling with pent-up lust. On the screen, Jake swatted her ass hard, reminding her he was still in control.
"Sir... please... I need..."
"That's right, Hannah. Tell me what you need. Use your words."
She had been so angry with him in that moment, but it didn't compare to her pure hatred today. She remembered what was coming next.
"I need you... inside me... now."
Her stomach churned at having to watch her humiliation again. "Turn it off! Enough!"
Surprisingly, he listened, returning them to the awkward silence. "So you see, I think anyone watching that hot little scene will have a hard time believing that what followed was rape."
"You drugged me, you bastard!"
"Tsk, tsk. More pointless allegations you can't prove. This is getting tedious. You work for me now, Hannah. Get your head wrapped around that. You will be my accountant and you'll do a fine job, or I'll make sure the people you care about, like Mia and Lucy, pay the price for failure. I'd like to keep Connor out of this, wouldn't you?"
His threat was clear. She was trapped for now. "Yes, sir," she bit out.
"Very good." He glanced at his designer watch. "It's getting late. Our guests are already arriving and I still have a few items to take care of. Let's go."
He rose to leave, stopping to pull her to her feet. She wanted to fight him, but remembered she'd never get out through the locked doors anyway. She clung to the knowledge that Dylan was coming for her. She just had to hang on long enough to survive until he got there.
Trying to keep Jake talking in hopes of securing more damning evidence against him, she probed. "So exactly what kind of businesses do you run here, anyway? I think I'll need to know that if I'm going to be your accountant."
