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A muffled scream from Bethany filled the room and they both turned back to me, dismissing her.
“And I get her.” Jonathon cocked his head, his eyes raking over my body. For the first time, I wasn’t just revenge. I was revenge tainted with lust. It was a hell of a mixer I knew I couldn’t mentally choke down. Not again.
“Remember, you’re not to kill her. If you do, it’ll cost you your life. I will not fail my uncle. She will be going back alive.”
Jonathan licked his lips. “I won’t kill her, but I guarantee she’ll be begging for me to before it’s over with.” He pulled out a knife and clicked it opened. I knew I should have been scared, but I was more interested in separating us from Amir and his guard. If I could get Jonathon alone, I might stand a chance to escape. The windows surrounding us weren’t boarded over like before. Dark curtains covered the glass, but it was still glass. I could break it if I needed to.
The ropes around my chest fell away and I watched as Amir’s guard began cutting the restraints keeping Bethany secured. Our eyes met and she cried even harder. I wanted to believe an apology was written in her expression, but I knew it was wishful thinking. We were both going to die if it was up to these men and surely she’d be sorry for that.
“Up,” Jonathan said, pulling my shirt to make me stand. The material burned my skin at the force and I commanded my legs to obey. Aside from restroom breaks, I’d been sitting down for days.
A loud, muffled scream had me bringing my attention back to Bethany. Free, I felt torn. If I tried to fight, they’d hurt me more than I could take. I’d be disabled from trying to escape. But my heart pleaded to help her. She might have done things to me that scarred me internally, but she was also going to die. I couldn’t look past that.
“Don’t fight him,” I yelled. “He’ll like that too much and it’ll be worse. Just, don’t—”
A hard shove had me sliding down the hallway, the air exploding from my lungs at the impact.
“She doesn’t need your help.” Jonathon stalked forward, landing a hard kick to my bicep before reaching down and grabbing a fistful of my hair. Pain tore into my scalp as he began dragging me to the back room. Bethany thrashed as the guard held on to her, dragging her in the same direction we were heading.
One room was passed. Two.
Jonathon pushed open a door directly in front of him and I held his wrists to ease the pain. My feet scrambled to find footing, sliding against the wood from lack of friction. The men’s jeans I wore were so long, my feet were covered and they were barely hanging on my hips.
Light shone through curtains and I said a silent prayer as he stopped to toss me inside and shut the door. I scrambled to my feet, pulling up my pants, and searching the area wildly.
“Bed.”
I stepped back, sidestepping as he took a step toward me.
“Where you going, huh? I said bed.”
The top part of my body leaned to the left and I watched him mirror my actions. As I moved my shoulders to the right, he was almost on cue with my timing. The room didn’t have anything but a full sized bed in the middle. It was completely bare and my hope sank at no sign of any weapon.
“You going to fight me? I like that, too, you know.”
“Fuck you,” I spat. “You’re not going to get close enough to touch me.”
A laugh filled the room and excitement shone in his eyes. To him, this was a game. To me, I was studying his every move. Rape would not find me again. It couldn’t.
“You ready?” He lunged forward, only to slide to the side. His movements were so quick, it took every ounce of concentration I had to follow his actions. “Which way am I going? Left or right?” He dipped left while I remained still, placing pressure on my toes. I was ready, all he had to do was make his move.
“Your phone is in your pocket, yes?”
Another laugh, but this one sounded genuinely amused.
“You’ll never get to it. Don’t bother even wondering.” He rushed forward and my hand shot out as I jumped to the side. I reached around and pushed down at the back of his head for balance. Jonathon caught himself before he hit the floor. Rage met me head on as he spun around.
Slowly, I eased back to the door as he wheeled around, ducking his shoulders lower. “Lucky,” he said, lowly.
“Deadly,” I countered, not sounding anywhere near as threatening as I wanted. “And I know you don’t have your gun on you. You’ll never make it out of this room alive.”
“Bluff all you want. When I get you within my grasp, you’re going to regret it.”
I had no doubt he was right. But first, he’d have to catch me.
Chapter 20
Slade
