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He moves in my path, blocking me from getting inside. I stop and look up at him again. He has a menacing look on his face, making me take a step back. “I don’t want trouble,” I tell him, hoping he’ll let me pass.
He turns to his friends and laughs. “Hear that, boys? He doesn’t want trouble. Shouldn’t be out in a dark alley, then.” He turns back to me and advances on me. I take a shaky step back, then turn around and try to run.
Unfortunately for me, my heels aren’t made for running either. I take two steps, then feel a hand over my mouth and around my chest. I scream into the palm and try to bite, but he presses harder against my face. His hand is so big it covers my nose too, effectively cutting off my oxygen supply. And unlike when Savage blocked my airway with his dick, this is scary.
I fight and kick, connecting my foot to his shin a few times, until I’m slammed against a wall. The wind is knocked out of me and I stop fighting so I can catch my breath. The man that grabbed me gets in my face and I shrink back as much as possible. “Don’t fucking move,” he says in a terrible voice and I freeze, feeling the icy blade of a knife pressed to my throat. “You’re going to come with us, nice and easy. Then we’re going to have some fun. Nod your head so we can go.”
Do I have any other options? I nod my head, all the while trying to figure out how I’m going to get out of this. Fuck. I should have listened to Savage.
“Good.” He grins, then folds the knife and stows it in his pocket. I guess he knows even if I do fight, there’s no way I can overpower himandhis two friends. He grabs my arm to pull me away, but before he can, I hear a yelp behind him. His friends are on the ground, holding their heads. I turn to see Savage standing over them, a lead pipe in his hand.
He turns to the one holding me and swings, but this one had time to see it coming and he ducks. He rushes at Savage, catching him around the middle and tackling him to the ground. They roll around and tussle while I’m frozen in place.
Then I take action. These shoes might hurt my feet, but now it’s time for them to hurt one of these guys.
I almost hate to do it becauseow, but fuck these guys. I pull my foot back and kick one in the nuts. He bellows and holds himself, and I feel the phantom pain. The second downed man rolls to his feet before I can get a kick in and I back up to the wall, trying to get away from him. Face red with anger, he starts towards me when he gets a punch across the face, right at the temple. He goes down hard, unconscious.
When I look around, I see the first guy is down for the count, his arms and legs pinwheeling, but he won’t be getting up anytime soon. The one I kicked is still clutching his injured balls, and the third is doing this snoring thing. They’re lucky to still be alive.
Savage rounds on me, then snaps a hand out, grabbing my arm. “Let’s go,” he growls. I don’t resist. I walk beside him and see the car parked around the corner. Quin is standing beside the driver’s side door, face contorted in anger, until he spots me. He sends a smirk my way, the same smirk he always gives me when he knows something I don’t. I stick my tongue out maturely, and he laughs at me, shaking his head.
Savage opens the car door and hustles me in the back. I slide over and he gets in beside me. Quin merges into traffic, and the car is quiet until Quin glances in the review mirror and says in an almost angry tone, “Don’t tell me to stay put again. Next time, you might end up with more than a few scrapes and bruises. And why didn’t you just shoot whoever you ran into?”
Savage huffs, looking slightly put out that he didn’t think of that, but doesn’t say anything, so Quin shakes his head and drops it, focusing his eyes back on the road.
I want to apologize, but I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m an adult. I can go out to enjoy myself if I want. But it would have ended badly had Savage not shown up.
“Are you okay?” he asks me stiffly.
“Fine.” I think I am, anyway. I’m still a bit shaken up, knowing that someone was trying to kidnap and assault me, just for being alone in an alley. I kick myself for being that careless, but me stepping outside alone doesn’t give anyone the right to try to take me. Even though Savage sounds like it’s hard for him to check on me, I can hear the concern in his voice.
Glancing at him, I see his lips set in a thin line and he has blood dripping from his eyebrow and his nose. I quickly text Damon that I left and I’ll fill him in on Monday, then put my phone away. “How did you find me?” I ask in a small voice.
He looks at me with hard eyes. “I put a tracking app on your phone.”
“You did what?!” I shout. “You had no right, Savage!”
“No right?!” he yells back, angling his body to me. I’m not afraid of him yelling at me anymore. Despite how he thinks he looks, and him being a Benavelli, he’s not scary to me. And I’m pissed too, so that might be the reason I have no fear. “If I didn’t, those fucking fucks would have gotten their hands on you!” I turn away from him and cross my arms over my chest. He’s right, but that’s a huge invasion of my privacy.
When we get home, Savage stomps off to the kitchen, leaving me standing in the foyer. I’m about to go upstairs when Quin takes my arm gently. “He was worried about you. Go talk to him.” His words are soft, so I know what he’s saying isn’t meant for Savage to hear, lest he be upset. So, I listen.
Walking into the kitchen, I find Savage rummaging in the freezer. He comes out with frozen peas and puts them on his face with a hiss. I see his jacket and gun holster on the kitchen counter and think how pissed Janet will be when she sees them in the morning.
Sucking my teeth, I walk over and grab his hand. “Come on, before you hurt yourself.” He tries to snatch away, but I grip his hand. “Stop fighting me, you damn ogre. Just come on.” I joke, trying to break the tension.
He still has the peas on his face, but I see his visible eye soften a bit. Good, we might be getting somewhere.
After dragging him into my room, I march him in the bathroom and plop him on the side of my tub. I grab a cloth from the linen closet and the first aid kit from under the sink. Wetting the cloth, I walk over to him, moving the peas and tossing them on the counter.
Standing in front of him, I tilt his head up and wipe the blood away. His eyes roam over my face and they go flinty again. “You can’t just go out like that. Especially after I tell you no,” he growls.
“I’m a grown-ass man. I can do what the fuck I want, Savage!” I growl back.
“It’s not safe!” he yells back.
I bite back my retort. Not because he yelled at me. I could give a fuck about that. It’s the emotion in his voice. It’showhe said it’s not safe. I know what he does, and I can only guess at why it isn’t safe, but he needs to tell mesomething. I have to know.
He turns to face the mirror, then averts his eyes. I raise the cloth again, turning his head back to me to wipe the blood that has dried under his nose and by his left eye. “Where did you get the pipe?” I ask curiously. It’s a random fucking item to have on your person.
