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Don’t fight.
I try to remember Xander’s exact words, but my mind is too fuzzy from adrenaline and fear. Instead, I do what I’m sure he was telling me to do. Do whatever they want, but apparently, what they want is to rip me away from Davina, past the man Xander had guarding the door, and to the living room to what I’m sure will only end in a gang rape—literally.
I’m sweating, my skin trembles, and my chest aches. This is the beginning of my new life, right?
For once, I really wish I could see Gilly one last time. I wish I could hug her with her crazy pink hair, her pound of metal in her face, and tons of tattoos and tell her that no matter how different we became, I still love her in all her glory. She’s my sister, my twin, and I never said goodbye. Thank God she never got mixed up in this though.
One of the men grabs me by my hair and hauls me against him and all of the stale beer stench stuck to his jacket. God, his breath stinks bad. The smell alone makes me want to gag.
“What is it, princess?” He growls in my face, a mocking smirk across his cracked lips. “Aren’t you going to beg me to leave you alone?” He taunts.
What a psychopath.
“No,” I whisper meekly.
“No? Why not? You’re not the kind of girl that whores herself around all on her own. You didn’t sign up for this.”
A tear comes to my eye, but I refuse to let it fall.
“Come on, princess. Humor me. If I didn’t know you fucked Browning last night, I’d say you’re still virgin territory… Oh, no! Were you saving yourself for marriage? Did the Prez ruin your plans?” He gives a mocking pout and a chorus of laughter rings around me.
The thought did cross my mind when I was a kid, but it was never a part of the plan.
“Answer me, princess,” he growls in my face, gripping my jaw tight. “Were you a virgin?”
“No.” I whimper from his fingers digging into my skin, probably leaving bruises.
His grip is ripped from me as I’m pulled back, feeling the familiar sensation of Xander’s hands on my biceps.
My entire body and soul relaxes at his touch, knowing I’m safe with him.
“What the fuck, Gunner? I was having fun with the new girl.” The psychopath groans in irritation.
“Take it up with Browning. Don’t touch her,” he says with an edge of danger in his voice as I lean into him, so thankful for his protection. His arm moves around my shoulder like my own dark angel coming to my rescue. His arms are like a pair of wings, powerful and dangerous.
My skin shudders under his touch in a way I’m unaccustomed to. A strange mixture of fear and arousal coax through me like a dangerous poison ready to swallow me whole.
“Come on, Laura,” Xander whispers in my ear.
I nod in response, unable to say anything else. I want to thank him for stopping these men from taking things further, but I’m beyond confused for a multitude of reasons.
For one, I thought Xander brought me here because this is where I’m supposed to stay, the final destination. Where is he taking me now?
Secondly, his white knight act gives me whiplash and turns me on like crazy. Is my brain broken? It’s so wrong to be horny in this situation, especially since I was probably moments away from being raped or beaten by Mr. Psychopath and his buddies.
Xander ushers me out the front door, barely holding in tears from the different levels of shock my mind has gone through in the past two minutes alone, and quickly helps me into his truck.
No words are spoken and I wonder if something bad happened in the few minutes we were apart, but I analyze the situation to the best of my ability. Xander protected me, probably out of instinct, and he might be in trouble himself for what he did.
Was one of those guys higher up in the club than him?
Are we about to go on the run?
“What’s going on?” I ask, my hands shaking in my lap, as he gets into the driver’s seat. My head nearly knocks into the window from how fast he whips the truck around and speeds off the property.
“Relax, darling. You’re going to stay with me for a while,” he says, completely calm like that whole thing back there didn’t happen at all.
I’m staying with him? Well, that’s anticlimactic.
