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“You got an old man?” The one with the beard scratched his stomach like Panda used to, except this was the real thing.
“An old lady,” she retorted. “I don’t go for guys.”
She thought she was being smart, but the look they exchanged wasn’t encouraging, and Beard Man’s eyes were creeping all over her. “You just haven’t found the right one. Isn’t that right, Wade?”
“Yeah, like I haven’t heard that before.” She managed a sneer.
A fence blocked the far side of the bar, so she’d have to slip past both of them before she could get to the parking lot. She’d always felt safe on the island, but she didn’t feel safe now, and her Viper face was slipping. “Let’s get that drink.”
“No hurry.” Wade, the Dumpster man, rubbed his crotch. “Scottie, go pee.”
“Can’t. I got a boner.”
Their stench made her want to retch. Her heart had started to race. “I need a drink,” she said quickly. “You can come with me or stay out here.”
But as she tried to slip past them, the one named Wade grabbed her arm. “I like it out here.” He squeezed until it hurt. “You really a dyke?”
“Leave me alone.” Her voice was suddenly high-pitched, all the toughness gone.
A man interrupted. A knight in shining armor calling out from the corner of the building. “Everything okay back here?”
“No!” she exclaimed.
“Girlfriend’s drunk,” Wade shouted back. “Don’t pay her no attention.” He palmed the back of her head and smashed her face into the reek of his T-shirt so she couldn’t cry out.
Her knight in shining armor turned out not to be a knight at all, but one more person who didn’t want to get involved. “Okay, then.” She heard his steps fade away.
She had no Panda to protect her, no Secret Service. Be careful what you wish for. The pressure on the back of her head against his chest didn’t ease. She couldn’t scream. Could barely breathe. She was on her own.
She started to struggle. Pushed hard against him, twisted, got nowhere. She tried to gasp for air but came up short. The more she struggled, the tighter he held her. She fought harder. Lashed out with her shoe. The hard toe connected.
“Bitch! Grab her legs.”
Her head was suddenly free, but as she started to scream, a hand clamped over her mouth from behind, wrenching her neck. One of them caught her legs. Her shoes dropped off as her feet left the ground. She was screaming in her head, a silent scream that did her no good at all.
“Where do you want to take her?”
“Behind those trees.”
“I go first.”
“Bullshit. I saw her first.”
They were going to rape her. They dragged her, one of them holding her legs, the other seizing her by the neck, cutting off her air. She clawed at his arm, digging in her fingernails, but the bruising pressure on her windpipe didn’t ease. They pulled her deeper into the cover of the trees. The hold on her ankle loosened. Her foot scraped the ground, and something sharp cut her heel. She felt a hand on her thigh. Heard grunts and curses. She summoned a thread of air, enough for a mewing cry. Kicked out.
“Fuck! Hold her.”
“Bitch.”
“Keep her quiet.”
“Shut up, bitch.”
Hands pressing, fingers clawing, and her consciousness beginning to slip away …
The world exploded. “Let her go!”
The bikers dropped her to the ground and spun to confront this new threat.
