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Then I could just… run for my life.
Right into the highway.
Someone would stop.
A man’s voice rang out, silencing all the others.
The boss, I imagined.
I dropped my weight fully again, catching the guys carrying me off guard enough for my ass to hit the floor.
“On the chair,” the man said, and I was a little disappointed that I could understand him. That meant I was going to have to talk to him. To what end, I don’t know.
But, I figured, at least a chair meant that no one was going to be assaulting me.
Yet.
I was lifted again, the men making strained noises until they forced me onto the chair, cold and metal beneath my ass.
No one chained me.
But the out of breath men who’d carried me in stood no more than a foot to each of my sides. Close enough to grab me if I tried anything.
“Well, we finally meet,” the man in charge said.
Some part of me didn’t want to look at him. But the stubborn side of me won out yet again, making me lift my chin and look at the man who’d been fucking with my life every single month since I’d opened my business.
He was so much less… intimidating than I’d anticipated.
Shorter than my mind had conjured up. Hell, shorter than me, even. With short black hair and dark eyes, and some sort of tattoo on the back of his hand.
He wasn’t fit, either.
I was pretty sure I could take him in a fight if things were one-on-one and fair.
But he had ten or more men with guns.
And I had nothing and no one.
“I’ll admit I’ve been hoping to never have to see your face,” I said, watching his brow lift at that.
If he wanted crying and begging, he’d involved the wrong woman in his business. I’d done enough crying and stressing and woe-is-me-ing thanks to him already. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing it.
“And yet here we are,” he said, spreading his hands.
“Yeah, nice digs,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You’d think someone bringing in half a million a month in my coffee could do better for himself,” I said, watching his nostrils flare.
“You’d think that you would know better than to steal from me,” he said.
“You’re a moron if you think I was the one who stole it,” I said. “I mean, you don’t have any eyes on that dock? What kind of crack operation is this that someone else can swoop in and steal your supply without you seeing it go down?”
I didn’t even have time to stiffen for it.
His arm whipped back then forward so fast that I couldn’t react before his backhand cracked across my cheek, the sound ricocheting in the empty space as pain shot across my face, making me see stars as my eyes watered automatically.
I blinked furiously, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of thinking I was crying.
“Oh, yes. Big, strong man. Smacking a woman. You’resoscary.”
