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I cross my arm over my chest. “I think you should go.”
“Go? So soon? Oh, Ava, baby, that’s not gonna happen. At least, I’m not leaving on my own.” Lifting his gun, he aims it dead at my covered chest as he takes a few pointed steps toward me. “When I leave here tonight, you’re coming with me.”
Looking down the barrel, I go absolutely still.
When he grabs his dick through his jeans with his free hand, I start to tremble.
“Gus said I gotta bring you to the boss. You just gotta be breathing, he said. He didn’t say a damn thing about me taking my cut a little early.” One hand still on his crotch, Joey wags the gun at me. “You never let me fuck you. You ate the food I bought, and sat next to me in my ride, but, oh, your precious pussy was too good for me. Is that it?”
What the hell is going on? He looks like the sweet Joey I knew, but he’s not acting like him. When I explained to him that I didn’t have sex with any of my dates until I felt comfortable with them, he told me he agreed. That he didn’t mind waiting.
My mouth is suddenly dry. I swallow, trying to bring some moisture back before I say, “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but this has gone on long enough. I want you to leave.”
Despite fear rushing through me, I thought I sounded pretty firm. Maybe I did, but Joey proves just how much I don’t know what he’s doing—orhim—at all when he makes a move for me.
He’s too quick. Breaking for me, he’s in front of me before I even have the chance to scream.
“Saint Ava,” he sneers at me, collaring my throat with one hand, squeezing my tit with the other. “The virgin whoisn’t.”
“Let go of me.”
He twists my nipple, reaching up to dig his fingers into my cheeks when I can’t help but scream this time. Using his palm to jam my jaw closed, my scream is cut off as he forced me to very nearly choke on my tongue.
Shifting me in his held, his hot breath on the shell of my ear has me whimpering through my clenched teeth. “When Damien gets a hold of you, you’ll be glad to have something to look back on. Because I’m not going anywhere until I get inside that cunt, baby, but once Damien has you? You’ll wish it was just my dick you gotta ride… if you survive, that is.”
Damien—
Damien.
Even in my panicked brain, I know who he means: Damien Libellula. A name only ever spoken of in whispers, but once that nearly everyone in town knows because it’s dangerousnotto.
In Springfield, there are two rival organized crime rings: Damien Libellula’s mob-run ‘Family’ set on the East End of the city, and the Sinners Syndicate, ruled by an enigmatic figure known only as Devil—but who I still think of as Link.
If Joey came on Damien’s order, he must work for the Libellula Family. I haven’t had any contact with Link for years, so I know I haven’t been targeted by the mafia because of him, but somehow I have been.
And if I can’t get away from my ex, he has every intention of fucking me, then turning me over to his boss. Both are awful fates, but put together?
He’s right. Iwon’tsurvive.
I have to get away from him. That’s all I’m thinking about. Get away, get some help, and then get the hell out of Springfield. My whole life is here—my job and my friends, and my parents’ graves, too—but if Damien Libellula has a bullseye, I have togo.
I never get the chance. Before I can try to escape, Joey shoves me away from him, hooking his boot behind my bare foot. I trip backward, landing roughly on my ass as I hit the floor.
As he looms over me, his expression goes dark. With a flick of his finger, Joey unbuttons his jeans.“Make it good for me, baby, and maybe I’ll stand up with you in front of the boss. Instead of being Family puss, I’ll see if you can go back to being mine.”
“No—”
He’s on top of me before I can finish my shout. After he has my writhing body on my back, Joey shoves his knees between my legs, keeping me from closing them to him completely.
Before I can claw his face, he sets his gun next to him and takes my wrists in an iron-tight hold. His weight presses against me, trapping me on the carpet as he shifts my hands, taking both of mine in one of his. Now that he has a free hand again, he jams it up my shorts, fingers stabbing into my pussy. One of them finds my entrance, penetrating me while I shriek.
Screaming as loud as I can, hoping one of my neighbors will hear me, I wiggle beneath him, trying to break out of his hold and gets his finger outside of me.
Joey digs his elbow in my gut to kill my scream and my escape attempt. As I gasp, choking on the fear and the pain, he lets go of his hold on me before leaning back on his heels, tugging on his zipper with the hand that was just up my shorts. The zipper catches on the material of his boxers. For a heartbeat, he’s distracted, trying to get his pants off, and he lets go of my hands so that he can fix the zipper.
I guess he thought I was resigned to my fate when I stopped screaming. Yeah, right. The second he lets go of me, I see my chance. Bracing myself on my hands, I scoot far enough away from him that I can back rear my leg, then kick him right in the dick with the heel of my foot.
Joey howls as I connect. The shock of the pain has him falling to his side, curled up on the fetal position as he realizes I basically just tried to mule-kick his hard dick off of him.
