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“Is he the only one you have from Blackwater?”
Rami shakes his head. “No. There’s another, and she’s a delight.” Rami claps when a bell rings and Killian’s fight is over, though I’m sure no one can hear it but me. A man with a thick device in his hand escorts Killian off the stage. The end of the device lets off an electric current, and he places it on Killian’s back, tasing him while shouting at him. It’s just like the weapon Juniper had at Toman’s party
Rami looks at me, and I fidget on his lap. Pressing his fingers to the bottom of my glass, he forces the rim of the cup to my lips. “Drink up.”
I take another sip, and my stomach churns. The drink burns going down and my head spins, but I try to stay present.
Willow, stop drinking whatever he’s given you!
“He’s…he’s making me.”
“What was that?”
My eyes swing to Rami’s, but now I’m seeing double. I blink hard, hoping it’ll clear my vision. It doesn’t.
“Nothing. So…um…where is she? Juniper?”
Rami is quiet a second, glaring at me. “How do you know her name?”
I blink slowly, keeping my double-focus on Rami. He watches me carefully, then a slow smile spreads across his lips. “You think I don’t know who ya are?” His voice has changed. It’s deeper. Huskier. I drop the glass and it cracks, splintering on the floor. Rami’s hand comes to my throat, tightening, and I clutch at it as he forces me to look at him.
“You’re Caz’s dark little whore. There are pictures of ya leaving his pub. I saw ya with him and his clan, you dumb bitch. You think I’m stupid? That I’d just let someone likeyouback here? What the fuck are ya doing here? Where is he?”
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about—”
Rami clutches my throat tighter and lifts me in the air before tossing me on the floor. I land on my back with a grunt, trying to get up, but it’s impossible. I’m dizzy now, my legs going numb. I can’t move them. He stalks toward me, sneering, revealing that red tooth dead in the center.
“You spyin’ for him?”
“N-no.”
“One thing I hate is alyingdarkie.”
I weakly slide back on my elbows as he closes the gap between us. When he bends down to clutch my ankles, he drags me toward him and pins me down between his legs. I dig into the waistband for the gun, but he yanks it out of my hand and tosses it across the room.
“Stop!” I scream.
“Oh, now you want me to stop?” He’s grinning down at me. I take a swing at him, but he catches it and shoves my hand back down on the floor. His other hand strikes my face, a heavy slap, and my cheek stings so badly my eyes well with tears. “Be still!” he barks. “You dirty darkie bitch. I’ll teach you what happens when you work for Caz Harlow!”
“Caz!” I scream. “Caz! Now!”Take the stairs down. Red door! I’m here!
“Are you calling out for that filthy fucker?” Rami grins as he flips me onto my belly, and I try to fight him off, but I feel like I’m losing complete control of my body. I feel his hands tearing at my shorts and then my panties. He groans, as if pleased with what he sees, and I hear a buckle jingling. A zipper noise is next. No, no, no.
“Get off me!” I scream, and I use whatever’s left of my energy to throw my head back and smash it into his face. Rami howls in pain and goes flying backward, and I dig my fingernails into thecarpet, forcing myself to move, even if I have to get away like a dying slug.
“You fuckingbitch!” A hand drops to my head and grips a handful of my hair tight. I scream.
Caz! Caz, please!
The tears burn as they run down my face, and in a matter of seconds I can’t breathe because Rami has turned me onto my back and has his hands closed around my throat. His nose drips blood, but that doesn’t stop him from choking me. There’s anger in his eyes I’ve never seen—it’s satanic, really. I’ve never seen someone so wicked—so excited to end another person’s life.
I weakly tap at his hand, fighting for my next breath. A pressure builds in my head and just when I think this is it—this is my end—there’s a loud thud, a gunshot, and the pressure around my neck subsides.
When I look up, coughing and panting, Rami’s left eye is gone. There’s a hole the size of a golf ball in its place, blood gushing out of it. His body crumples forward and lands beside mine, and I suck in a sharp breath, wiggling away from him.
Footsteps thunder on the floor, moving toward me, and when I look up, I’m met with ocean blue eyes. I breathe in again as Caz drops to one knee beside me.
Forty-Seven
