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“There’s no way in hell,” I argue. “Seriously, Sam, how could you be so stupid? You can’t force love.”
“We will.”
“I can guarantee you that we won’t. Besides, if you’re so confident that you and your uncles can overthrow your father, there’s no reason to go through all this. I can agree to stay in this fancy prison you’ve brought me to until you guys overtake Abram.”
“Angie—”
“Then, I’ll return home,” I add, interrupting him.
“It won’t work that way,” Sam argues. I really am starting to dislike him. “Because of my father’s actions, other enemies already know of your existence. Once we kill my father, vultures will circle wanting to take control. You will be a tool to use against me. I can’t allow that.”
“Sam—”
“I can make you happy, you’ll see.”
“All I see is that the only thing you do is make my head hurt because you’ve lost all common sense.”
I walk towards the door.
“Angie, we’re not done talking.”
“Oh yeah, we’re done,” I exhale, trying to control my anger.
I walk to the door and I can hear Sam’s footsteps behind me. There’s no way I’m going to turn around. I’m getting out of here.
“I said we’re not finished,” he grumbles.
“Oh, we’re definitely finished. I don’t want to see you again unless you’re coming to tell me your brain has started functioning again and you’re setting me free!”
Just as I get to the door, Sam’s hand snakes out and grabs my arm, spinning me around. “I’ll show you that you could want me as much as you want Victor,” he threatens.
I open my mouth to respond and that was my mistake. Sam slams his mouth against mine and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. My body goes rigid. I feel like I’ve entered an alternate universe and I think I’m going to be sick. His hold on me is solid, but I do my best to push him away.I just need to get free.He’s not budging. I try to bite his tongue and he grunts into my mouth. As he tries to wrap his tongue against mine, I feel that familiar feeling of panic creeping upon me. I do my best to beat it down. I refuse to be a victim again. Victor showed me something beautiful and I’m going to survive this, so I can let him show me everything. I won’t allow Sam to take my progress away from me. I relax my body, letting him think he won. As he tries to deepen the kiss, I fight the nausea rising in me. I try to concentrate on the things I was taught in self-defense classes. I bring my leg back, bend it, and then swing my knee into his balls. The impact isn’t as great as I’ve managed in class, but it is enough for him step away from me.
“Angie—”
Before he can say or do anything else, I bring my arm back, clinching my hand into a fist and slam it into his eye. I hiss at the pain that radiates through my hand. I try not to let it show, but I pray it hurts him worse than it does me.
“What the hell, Angie?”
“No man will ever force himself on me again,” I bark.
I spit, trying to rid myself of the taste of his tongue in my mouth. I wipe my mouth, wishing I could erase the feel of his lips, too. “I don’t want you, Sam. Nothing you do will ever make me change my mind. If you keep this up, we won’t even be able to salvage our friendship. Hell, it may already be too late.”
Sam stares at me, then opens his office door. “Take her back to her room,” he tells the guard outside. “We’ll talk tomorrow, Angie.”
I walk in front of them, not looking at Sam again. He’s gone too far this time.
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I watch Angie leave, not taking my eyes off her until she’s up the stairs and out of my sight. Only then do I close the door, go back to my desk and all but collapse in my chair. I hate myself for what I just did. I’m feeling desperate and Angie has no idea how perilous times are getting. Our showdown with my father is getting closer and Angie will be left unprotected. Perhaps if she knew the lengths my father went to last time to make me bend to his demands, she would understand my urgency.
I could never tell her, though. It would open old wounds. I don’t want to hurt her. That’s not the real reason, though. I don’t want Angie to blame me. I don’t want her to hate me. I probably already achieved that little milestone now. God, I can’t believe I forced her to kiss me. I know she has scars and I tried to push myself on her like a madman.
I lift my hand to rub around my eye. It’s puffy and will be black soon. I don’t care, I more than deserved it. Fuck, I deserved worse. Although, the knee to my balls didn’t exactly feel great. I suppose I bought that ticket, too. I did so much damage tonight and the only thing I proved was that Angie was right all along.
There will never be anything between us. Kissing her felt all kinds of wrong. The more I tried, the worse it felt. If anything, my whole damn body recoiled from the kiss. Angie is my sister. She may not have that title by my blood, but she has it in my heart and my mind.
