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The owner of Moonie Pipelines threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing throughout the entire space. The woman on the bed stirred. “Best avoid that at all costs, old friend. She’s a fierce one.”
The line was silent again as the man waited for instructions. Tim would give it to him, of course, but he liked how powerful he felt when men waited for him.
“I do love how history seems to repeat itself,” he murmured, looking at the redhead in the bed. She was covered in bruises from her beating. Tim liked that, beating them into submission.
“Consider it done, sir.”
The phone call ended, and Tim walked to the bed, staring down at the naked woman. Red hair. Not like hers. Never like hers.
There was no other woman like his perfect girl.
No other woman who cried like her. Begged like her. Screamed like her.
She had gotten away from him, but yesterday, he found her. After six years, he found his perfect girl again. She would be his again soon.
Until then, the woman in front of him would have to suffice.
Valerie
The man stepped up to me again. He palmed the front of his jeans, making me want to vomit. I looked up, the rag in my mouth stretching around the back of my neck, causing resistance. He was wearing a ski mask—how typical was that?
“Boss said I could fuck you,” he drawled.
I stiffened.
“I don’t like fat bitches…but you do have a pretty mouth,” he said, leaning down to yank the rag out of my mouth.
“You put your cock near me, I’ll bite it off,” I hissed, breathing hard.
He chuckled. “Relax, fatty. Not gonna do that.”
I didn’t relax. I didn’t believe him.
I clenched my teeth and twisted my bound wrists together. This wasn’t rope; it was plastic—a zip tie. I was on my knees, the hard, wooden planks beneath me digging into my skin. The man had been sitting in a chair in the corner, on the phone. Now he was in front of me, rubbing his jeans like a sick fuck.
If he wanted to fuck my mouth, he would have to break my fucking jaw. If he wanted to rape me, he would have to knock me out. There was no way I was going down without a fucking fight. I would not break for any man.
“Mr. Moonie said you were a fierce one.”
I rolled my eyes. “How lovely.”
No surprise that Moonie was behind this. He was becoming desperate.
The man stared at me for a beat, and I held his stare. He wasn’t going to see a shred of weakness from me. Not today. I wouldn’t let give him that fucking power, no matter how scared I was, no matter what.
Grey smoke filled my vision.
Enchantress.
Denver.
Tears stung my eyes at the thought of my dark cowboy.
My cowboy, who, for some reason hated me. That thought alone was enough to break me.Get the fuck off my land, Valerie.
Last night, after he pushed me away, I ran. I ran from him. I ran from Hallow Ranch. I was trying to run away from the agony that pierced my heart. Then, I ran to my mom.
I never made it back to the house.
