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Simon has done everything in his power to protect me these last six months, it's my chance to return the favor.
“June,” Simon stares directly at me. “Do not even think about it.”
I mouth to him, “It’s okay.”
“Hm, it would be rather fun to have a willing participant for a change.” The man looks me up and down, his gaze hot and repulsive.
“Why don’t you put that gun down and come over here?” I give him my best fuck me eyes despite wanting to hurl at the sight of him. “Come on, I’ll make it worth your while.”
He complies, eating right out of my hand as he lowers the gun onto the table and glides over to me.
“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Simon yells at him.
The guy holds out his hand with his sights trained on me. “You’ll be dealt with shortly, son.”
I glance through my thick lashes at the dirty man in front of me. “Come here.”
He places both hands on the armrests of my chair and leans down toward me. His breath is sour and turns my stomach even more than it already was.
I bide my time, waiting for him to get even closer.
Close enough to draw my head back and slam it directly into his, crushing his nose from the impact and sending blood gushing down his face. I rip my hand free of the restraints I had been working on and shove him onto the concrete floor. I reach as far as my fucking arm will stretch but I cannot latch onto the weapons just out of my grasp.
Simon acts at the same time, lurching forward and throwing himself and his chair onto the man, part of the wood frame buckling but not enough to completely free him.
I follow his lead and throw myself at the table of weapons, clipping it with my hand and tipping it over as I tumble to the floor with a great thud. I smack my skull against the hard surface and blink through the stars forming in my vision. I frantically search for any weapon within my reach, settling on a small knife only inches away.
Simon and the man wrestle on the ground, both of them muttering obscenities at each other that I can’t quite make out.
I dig my fingers into the concrete and drag myself toward the knife. Finally, I latch onto it and immediately free my other hand, cutting my wrist in the haphazard process of getting out as quickly as possible.
The man shoves his knee into Simon’s chest, pinning him down, and punches him across the face. He throws another blow and Simon is forced to take it, his hands still attached to the chair.
I drive the knife across my ankle restraint, freeing one leg, and then finally, the other. I scramble toward the men and shove the knife into the back of the man on top of Simon and yank it out. “Get the fuck off of him!” I yell.
Bronco falls to the side in agony, and I rush to free Simon from his restraints.
The sound of a vehicle hitting pavement makes my heart pick up its pace.
“We have company,” I tell Simon.
He takes the knife from me once I get one of his hands out of the confines and goes to work on the other.
“You fucking bitch.” Bronco grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs me away from Simon.
My eyes water at the hold he has on me, and I reach to free myself but his grip is too tight.
He tosses me onto the concrete, relieving me of his grasp, but then climbs on top of me and pins my arms down with his knees. “I’m going to make your boyfriend watch while I have my way with you, you little cunt.” He wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes it.
My vision blurs, and I fight for air, the end seeming so fucking near.
"Over my dead fucking body." Simon comes out of nowhere and yanks Bronco off of me, slamming him down and shoving the knife I had left with him into the asshole's throat. He lifts me off the ground and stares into my eyes. His emerald gaze is a comfort to all of the throbbing pain flowing through me. "Love, we have to get out of here."
A car door slams, then another. At least two people are on their way toward us now.
“I’ll kill you both,” Bronco whimpers from his spot on the floor where he’s bleeding out.
I rush over to him, pull the knife out of the gushing wound, and stab it into his chest repeatedly. “You. Will. Do. No. Such. Thing.” Each word another gash through his torso. “You. Fucking. Bastard.”
