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I reached for my seatbelt and my door was suddenly yanked open.
“What?!” I froze, fear clogging my throat.
"Hello,princess,” Marco grinned.
“What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice betraying my rising anxiety. “I heard you were having some…legal problems.”
He chuckled darkly, ignoring my comment.
Marco looked nothing like the smooth and polished man I was used to. He was disheveled, his usually immaculate hair in disarray and dark circles etched beneath his eyes. There was a wildness to his gaze…a desperation. His clothes were rumpled and unkempt, and the scent of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke clung to him like a second skin.
"I just wanted to catch up, Olivia," he replied.
My gaze darted around, looking for some kind of escape route as my hand drifted towards my Apple watch. If I could just get to the SOS.
Right before I could get to my watch, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me out of the car.
“Your little boyfriend thinks he’s so smart,” Marco said mockingly as he pulled me against him. “Tell me, princess. Does he know that I’ve had this cunt?” His hand darted between my legs, pushing against me as I began to struggle. “Does he know that I know what you sound like when you cum?” He pressed harder against my core, and I sobbed as I continued to thrash, rejecting everything he was saying.
I hated the reminder of how many times my body had betrayed me.
“He thinks that he’s got me all pinned down. That a little thing like an ‘investigation’ is going to do anything to me.” He laughed, no semblance of sanity in his voice. “I’m Marco fucking Davine. I’m untouchable.”
I was suddenly yanked away, falling against the car as Walker threw himself at Marco with a roar, slamming his head against the garage wall with a loud thump.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Walker breathed, smashing his fist against Marco’s face.
Blood sprayed through the air as the crunch of Marco’s nose shattering filled the garage.
Marco feebly tried to hit Walker, but Walker laughed, as if he’d been tickled rather than punched.
“Did you touch her here?” he asked, slamming his fist against Marco’s lips so blood dribbled down his chin.
“How about here?” he continued, pointing at Marco’s ribs. He struck at Marco’s side until at least some of his ribs snapped.
Marco was moaning and tried to push him away, but Walker punched him in the gut and he fell back against the wall.
“Angel, did he touch you here?” he asked me, pointing to Marco’s forehead. I nodded, and Walker punched him so hard in the eye, the ridge of his eye popped open, showing all the way to the bone.
Marco’s howls filled the garage, and Walker laughed again.
I made no move to interfere, or tell him to stop. This felt like cosmic justice, like Superman had come to life and was saving me for hopefully the last time.
“And Iknowyou touched her here, you fuckwad,” Walker seethed, right before he kneed Marco in the dick. Marco screamed and a giggle slipped from my lips.
Marco fell to the ground, writhing in agony on the concrete floor as blood poured from his face. I stared at him, memorizing the moment and every cry he made.
Just like I’d bet he’d done whenever he’d touched me.
Walker calmly walked over to the toolkit that was on a shelf in front of my car, and he grabbed a hammer.
“What are you going to do with that?” I asked, wide-eyed, finally realizing that Walker really couldn’t kill him—as much as I wanted him to.
“Making sure he pays for what he did to you for the rest of his life,” he told me, pressing a fierce kiss against my lips before he slammed his knee into Marco’s gut, holding him flat while he lifted the hammer in the air…
And smashed it against Marco’s dick.
Thwack, Thwack, Thwack. He hammered away until blood had soaked the front of his pants. And still he continued.
