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“Frederico.” The other guy in the room calls his name but gets ignored.
“Sounds more like assault,” I reply through rough breaths, trying my best to wriggle out of his grip.
We stumble into the side table, the lamp crashing to the floor. His hands fall away briefly before he grabs my arms and throws me onto the bed.
He laughs an evil and humorless laugh. “You think you’re funny.”
“I think you’re a pussy,” I say, scrambling off the other end and falling to my knees. “You can’t even fight a woman without her hands and feet tied together.”
I glance behind me to look for the other man in the room but he’s not there.
Fred stalks around the bed, yanking me down to my back before straddling my hips. “You know what I think?”
Distantly, as if he’s in the other room, I hear the other guy call Fred’s name again.
“I don’t believe you think at all,” I say. “Otherwise, you’d know this is a bad idea.”
I get a back hand to the face, this time on the other cheek.
“Frederico!” The voice comes louder now, followed by a deafening bang.
Fred is off of me in a second, rushing to the hallway. “What the—”
He’s cut off by another noise and then runs back into the room with me, locking the door.
“What the fuck did you do?” he hisses.
I don’t answer, unsure what the hell he’s talking about. He grabs me and lifts me up, holding me in front of his body as he walks us toward the wall opposite the door.
It doesn’t take long before the door smashes open, the wood splintering.
Tommy walks in first, followed by Vicente.
I’ve never been so relieved in my life. I let out a whimper. “Vicente.”
His eyes trace my face, fury pouring off of him in waves. His jaw is set tight, eyes fierce and bloodthirsty.
Behind Vicente, Jian and my one-time bodyguard, Rey come in. They create an arc in the room in front of us, a large gun hanging over Tommy’s shoulder by a strap. Jian has a handgun, and he looks under the bed and in the closet for anybody else that might be here.
I wait for Vicente to tell him to let me go—to barter or threaten Fred into setting me free. But that doesn’t happen. He simply continues to walk toward me, his eyes laser-focused on Fred.
“Stop!” Fred yells. “Don’t come any closer.” He grips me tighter to his body with the arm wrapped around my waist and the other one on my throat.
“I know you don’t have any weapons on you,” Vicente says. “I saw them in the living room.”
He reaches behind him and brings forward a black gun. He aims it at Fred before grabbing his arm and yanking it away from my body.
Fred’s hold on my throat loosens and I stumble forward.
Vicente steadies me with his free hand before he lightly runs his thumb over the VM initials on my skin. Without looking at me, he pulls me closer.
“Take those ropes off of her,” he directs his men.
Jian gestures at me, calling me over with his head. When I get to him, he removes a knife from a sheath on his belt and cuts through the rope on my wrists.
“Did he hurt you?” he asks quietly, his eyes studying my cheeks.
“Slapped me a couple times. Hit my head against the wall. Tried to…touch me. That’s it.”
