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“Stop!” I shrieked, only for him to get me right in the face again and steal my breath.
“Not until you’re clean,” he answered, his eyes glowing with relish as he aimed the water between my legs. “You need to be cleansed. Dirty slut. I can’t have you myself until I get all the other men off you first.”
“No! Dax, please…” But he was beyond listening to me.
“Shut up!” he roared as he kicked me in the ribs.
Lights danced in my vision as the pain took over. Then water. So much water.
I was forced to endure the water for another few minutes before he stopped spraying me, only to pick up a long-handled car wash brush, the bristles looking like a million little teeth ready to bite right into my flesh.
After dunking it into a foam-topped bucket full of…soap—please, God, just be soap—he pulled it free and started to scrub. Roughly.
8LUKE
Life was strange, you know.
One second, you’re just shooting the shit, hanging with a couple of friends, and the next, Trick is shouting, “We gotta go. Dax broke his restraining order and found Chloe. They’re at Lucy’s.”
I mean, what the fuck, right?
Chloe hadn’t even acted concerned about this particular douchebag. She had steadfastly claimed he was all bark and no bite; he wasn’t a physical danger to her at all. She’d actually thought the restraining order had been an unneeded way to scare him away from her completely.
He was never supposed tobreakthe order.
Goddammit all to hell, I’dteasedher about it.
As I felt my face drain of color, trying to come to terms with what her brother had just announced, Vaughn had a much quicker reaction.
“Lucy’s?” he roared in outrage, lurching up from the stool he’d been sitting on and dropping the beer bottle he’d been lifting to his mouth so that it broke all over the countertop of the bar.
And that’s when it finally struck me. I’d teased Chloe about something that wasn’t even remotely funny, something that might well be threatening her very existence at this very moment.
What the hell had I done?
“Holy shit!” I cried and leaped over the counter to join Trick and Vaughn on the other side. “Well, let’s fucking go.” Forgetting that I was still waiting for Tara to make it in and take over working for me, I waved Trick and Vaughn after me as I started toward the hall that led out the rear exit of the nightclub. “I’m parked right out back.”
As I sprinted down the dim hall, dodging past people waiting in line at the bathrooms, and waitresses carrying chicken wings and hamburgers out from the kitchen, I dug the keys to my truck from my pocket. But as soon as the three of us pushed our way outside and I unlocked my ride, causing its headlights to flash, Vaughn plucked the keys from my hand to claim, “I’m driving.”
“Hey,” I muttered indignantly, hurrying after him. “I’m the one who hasn’t had a drink tonight.”
“Justgo!” Trick ordered, shoving me from behind.
So I did. Chloe’s safety was more important than my need to drive my own damn truck. I piled into the passenger seat and Trick was still getting into the back as Vaughn gunned the engine and took off.
He didn’t go easy on my baby either. Never once hitting the brakes, he shot down the alley and jerked the wheel onto the street, nearly sending us onto two wheels and coming within about three feet of colliding with another car that honked and sent us a dirty hand gesture.
“Christ,” I muttered, reaching up to hang on for dear life. “Don’t get us killed before we even get there.”
See,thiswas why I should’ve driven.
“He’s doing great,” Trick announced from the back as he slugged Vaughn’s shoulder in encouragement. “Shit. Chloe’s not picking up.”
“Let me try,” I said, pulling out my own phone.
Trick snorted. “If she’s not picking up for me, why the hell would she pick up foryou?”
That was a good point. But still…
