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I can see my window for freedom closing, and it makes me frantic.
No. Dammit, not like this.
I’m not going to be thrown back into that hole. I’m not going to be dragged back into his bed. I won’t let it happen. I’d truly rather die than let Troy keep me here.
That thought lights something inside me, and I let out a feral scream, twisting and kicking with everything I have. I manage to yank one of my ankles out of Troy’s grasp and kick the back of his knee, and he goes down with a grunt, catching himself with one hand. I try again to scrabble away, but he lunges for me, wrapping his arms around my waist and sending us both crashing to the floor again.
We roll and scrabble, elbows and knees and fists flying. He’s bigger than me, and surprisingly strong for someone raised in the lap of luxury, and manages to shove my arms over my head, using his weight advantage to keep me pinned down. He’s breathing hard, and I can see a sheen of sweat on his forehead, gleaming above the bruise and the trail of blood from where I hit him with the lamp.
But still, despite his obvious pain and the fury burning in his eyes… he’s hard.
“Gonna teach you a real lesson,” he grunts, wrapping one hand around my throat. “Gonna make sure you don’t forget it this time.”
He starts to squeeze, and I buck my hips beneath him, trying to throw him off me. I can hear the sound of shouts, and I know his guards are coming. Once they get here, I’ll be too outnumbered. All that will be left is for them to watch as Troy fucks me. Possibly evenkillsme.
“Fuck… you,” I choke out, because if I really am about to die, I want those to be the last words he ever hears me say.
He bares his teeth, something halfway between a snarl and a sneer. “You won’t be so mouthy when I’m—”
Bang!
The sound of a gunshot in the distance cuts him off. Both of us jerk in surprise, and my heart stutters as several more shots ring out, followed by loud voices yelling indistinguishable words. The noises get louder, coming from the back of the house, and alarm flares in Troy’s brown eyes as he stares down at me.
Then footsteps thunder down the hall toward us, and his head snaps up.
My gaze follows his just in time to see Malice, Ransom, and Vic burst into the entryway from the back of the house.
7
WILLOW
My heart stopswhen I see them.
Malice is flanked by his brothers, as always, and all three of them are heavily armed.
For a split second, I think I must be losing my mind. Maybe I really am broken. Maybe I’m still in that crawl space, hallucinating all of this.
But then Malice lets out a wordless sound of fury, and it breaks the spell. Troy moves like he’s going to get up and do something, but before he even has a chance, Malice is on him.
He snatches Troy away from me, the muscles in his arms bulging as he drags him off of me. Troy swings at him, landing a punch on the side of Malice’s face, but it’s like Malice can’t even feel it. He shoves Troy backward, bearing down on him like a train as he slams him against the wall.
The force of it looks hard enough to crack some ribs, and Troy grunts—but Malice doesn’t pause for even a second. Shoving his gun in the waistband of his pants, he grabs a wicked-looking hunting knife from a sheath at his hip and drives it through Troy’s hand, impaling it against the wall.
Troy screams in pain, and as the sound echoes in the foyer, Vic strides forward, a savage look in his eyes. He grabs Troy’s left hand and shoves it against the wall just above shoulder height, making Troy scream again as his bad arm is torqued into a painful position. Then Vic stabs him through the palm just like Malice did, pinning Troy up like some kind of butterfly on a corkboard.
I sit up, barely aware of the cool hardwood under my bare ass as I stare at the scene before me in shock.
Malice is all towering fury, burning hot and fast the way he does, while Vic exudes more of a silent anger, a simmering rage that lashes out fast and deadly. Ransom steps forward too, looking more like his brothers than he ever has in this moment, his handsome features as hard as stone.
The three of them move in tandem, attacking Troy. Vic goes for the wound in Troy’s shoulder, jabbing his fist against it.
Malice aims for the face, punching him in the nose, the eye, the cheek, leaving him a bloody mess.
Ransom takes body shots, driving his fist into Troy’s gut in a way that makes him groan.
“You bastards,” Troy grunts, struggling to free himself. “You won’t… get away with this. I’ll have you killed for this, you—”
He cuts off with a scream as Vic jostles the knife piercing one of his hands, and he slumps, breathing hard and fast.
