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“No heroes here,” Lance agrees. “Go ahead and leave, we just want to go home.”
“Give me your purse,” the hooded man says.
There’s something about his voice that feels familiar. Like I’ve heard it before, but I can’t quite place it.
I start to hand over my purse, but instead of taking it, the man grabs me, turns me around, and locks me against his chest. A half scream escapes me before he gets his hand over my mouth.
“Shh, no screaming. You scream, I shoot your boyfriend in the throat, that’s how this works.”
My heart plummets.
We’ve traded places now. I’m the one with my back to the hooded figure and Lance backs closer to the wall.
Lance is tall, taller than the other guy, but I’m not. I’m smaller and easier to control, I guess, because he was pretty hands-off with Lance, but now that he has a hold of me, he’s a lot more touchy feely. Mostly he’s just holding me back against him, but rather than point the gun at my temple, he drags the barrel down my chest until it rests right between my cleavage.
“That’s a nice dress you’re wearing there, sweetheart.”
Oh my god oh my god oh my god.
Nodding at Lance, he asks, “What’s your name?”
“Lance.”
“Lance. You’ve got a nice little girlfriend here, Lance. Do you mind if I cop a feel?”
“Um…” Lance has never been this uncomfortable. I have. “I… I don’t… She’s not really my girlfriend.”
“No?” the guy behind me asks, his voice rising with the kind of interest that makes me immediately sure he is an asshole. Just an absolute asshole. This isn’t some tweaker looking for a fix, he’s not some sloppy half-assed criminal. There’s a cockiness to him.
Lance avoids my gaze and shakes his head.
“Mind if I take her, then?” the guy asks.
“What?” I shriek, but my voice is muffled beneath his hand.
That’s when it hits me. I see ink on his fingers covering my mouth, and it’s ink I’ve seen before. I noticed it the other day when he was installing a lock on my door.
“That’s fucking sheisty,” he says.
John? He said his name was John, but maybe that wasn’t true.
“You see this, sweetheart? This little prick is ready to let me carry you off and do all sorts of nasty shit to you? You know I’m into nasty shit, right?” he asks Lance.
Poor Lance is out of his depths here. He looks lost. He doesn’t know what this guy wants to hear.
“Tie you up,” he says, taking the gun out of my cleavage and pointing it at Lance’s kneecap. “Make you scream.”
Thwip.
Lance shouts. I try to, too, because this fucking lunatic justshot himin the knee.
“Oh my god!” I try to scream, fighting like hell to get away from him, but it’s like trying to break apart stone. This guy is solid and completely unshakable as he starts to drag me backward.
“Now, you quiet down and let me take your pretty little ass to the car or I’ll take the other one, too.”
“Please,” I cry frantically against his hand, tears springing to my eyes.
My heart is hammering so wildly, I’m afraid it will burst out of my chest. I can’t think fast enough to formulate words, but even if I could, I’m not sure I could get them out.
