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Not fazed by the light, he elbows a guy in the throat, then lands a quick left hook to the jaw of the guy in front of him using the same arm. My eyes widen as he throws the redhead out of the way and vaults up on the table with the grace of a cat.
Whoa.
Aiden scrambles to let me go and turn around, but he’s not quick enough. A grunt escapes him and his whole body tenses.
It’s hard to grasp exactly what’s happening until I see one of the guys with his hood pulled back stumble backward, losing a couple of shades of color as he stares at the same sight from a different angle.
“Dude, he just fucking stabbed Aiden.”
“What?” someone else says, then he stops in stunned horror as the masked man grabs Aiden by the back of his hooded robe and throws him off the table.
That scared kid doesn’t stick around to see who’s next. He shoves his friend out of the way and scrambles up the stairs.
“No,” Kyle barks, grabbing the back of his hood to stop him, a ferocious scowl on his face. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? We went over the society rules. We’re united as brothers. We don’t break ranks!”
“Fuck that. You can keep playing Skull and Bones if you want to, but I’m not trying to get stabbed! You said there was no way this went wrong.”
Growling with annoyance, Aiden says, “There’s six of us and only one of him. Don’t be a fucking pussy. Kyle, get the gun.”
The masked man grabs Kyle, jerking him back when he presumably moves to get the weapon. He shoves him into the friend he stopped from going up the stairs, then he hustles over to my side, grabbing my right wrist and growling lowly, “Hold still.”
My heart hammers as he firmly grips my wrist, evidently not trusting me to listen.
But his actions and his words both imply he doesn’t want me hurt, so while I don’t know who he is, I make the leap to assume he’s on my side. I won’t make his life any harder, so I hold as still as possible while he cuts me loose.
Before he can saw through the rope entirely, two guys grab him from behind and he swings around, still holding the knife, to fight them off.
Heart pounding, I pull against the frayed rope. He didn’t cut all the way through it, but I think if I pull hard enough…
A surge of adrenaline hits when I manage to break through what’s left of the rope. I’ll have a nasty rope burn, but it’s better than being dead.
My hands shake and my fingers are practically useless, but since the guys are all distracted going after the intruder, no one seems to realize or care that I’m halfway to getting free. Taking advantage of the distraction, I beg my fingers to work for me and do my best to unknot the rope around my other wrist as quickly as possible.
I could cry with relief when I get myself free, but Aiden has recovered from the shock of being stabbed and he lunges back up on the table, pinning my body down with his and grabbing my wrists.
“I don’t think so,” he seethes, leaning over me as he pins them back down. He grunts with the effort, his hands locked around mine like manacles. “Someone get the fucking rope and tie this bitch down.”
Ew.
Since I can’t fight him off me—he’s too strong—I do what he likely won’t expect and lift up closer to him. He’s startled, but not too startled since he still thinks I at least somewhat want to fuck him.
As if I could ever want to fuck some guy who called me a bitch.
Asshole.
But because he considers me easy prey, he doesn’t recoil when I bury my face in his neck.
And he’s definitely not prepared for me to bite him as hard as I fucking can.
He mutters a low, angry curse, then he gets rougher to punish me, slamming me back against the table and grabbing me by the hair, anger glinting in his dark eyes as he glares down at me.
“I’m not opposed to a little love bite here and there,” he murmurs, grabbing me by the throat, “but if you bite me that hard again, I’ll knock your fucking teeth out.”
I gasp for breath as he chokes me, but just as my vision begins to fade at the edges, his hand leaves my throat, and I can breathe again.
Then he goes crashing to the ground as the masked man grabs him by the back of his robe and hurls him off the table again.
My eyes brighten as I look up at him.
