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“Yes, you are.” He pauses for a second as he reaches out and gently touches my face. I flinch away, and he just smiles. “It would be a shame if something happened to him.”

My heart stops and what little breath I have catches in my throat at the words. “What?” I choke.

“It would be awful for Dash to have another accident. Because you don’t want that precious Dash to have another accident, do you?”

I grit my teeth to the point my jaw hurts. Son of a bitch. “What did you say?” I ask, taking a step toward him.

“What would you do for him? To keep him safe?” His words make a chill run up my spine.

“If you hurt him…” I growl.

“I already have,” he states simply.

I rush him and land my fist on his jaw. I wanna cry out from the pain it causes to run up my hand, but I hide it. Damn, they make it look easier on TV.

“Fuck,” he sneers as he grabs my sore hand and spins me around. He wraps his arms around my shaking body. I’m so mad that I see red. He pins my arms to my chest as he holds onto me tightly.

“That’s going to cost you, Tabby.” He gives a dark chuckle into my ear. “I look forward to your payment.”

“You son of a bitch,” I hiss, trying to break free from him, but he’s too strong. My throat still burns and my chest heaves. “What did you do to him?” I scream frantically.

“His bike, his brakes,” he quips and then pauses. “That was just a warning.”

I stop trying to fight him in total shock. “What…? But…That was…”

“Me.”

I shake my head quickly and the notion makes me lightheaded. That can’t be. Dash told me that Valerie confessed.

“So…” He continues to hold on to me tightly as he whispers into my ear, “What would you give up for him?”

I swallow the lump in my throat. After the way I just treated Dash, he deserves everything from me. I was a total bitch and regret not telling him that I loved him as well.

I close my eyes and a sob wracks my body. “I almost feel sorry for you,” he whispers into my ear. “But I have a hard problem feeling sorry for others who put themselves in the situation at hand.”

“Stop,” I beg as I try to wrap my mind around what is happening. I shouldn’t have drank so much. I shake my head as I try to clear it, but it causes my body to sway. I’m actually thankful that he’s holding me up. Falling flat on my face would just make me look even more pathetic than he already thinks I am.

“One more time. What would you give up for him?”

I know exactly what he wants, and I hate that he’s going to win. I won’t allow Rodger to hurt Dash. It’s not Dash’s fault that Rodger and I have a past. And it’s not Dash’s fault that he wrecked his bike and could have been severely injured. It’s all mine. If I hadn’t broken up with Rodger, I would have never gone to Dash’s party. It all starts with me.

I hang my head as Rodger continues to hold on to me, and I whisper as I feel my heart break, “Me.” I give myself to Rodger because that’s what he wants. If I’m with him, he won’t hurt Dash.

He continues to hold my back to his front, but he reaches one hand up and runs his knuckles down my face. I close my eyes tightly to try to stop the tears, but another sob wracks my body when he speaks.

“Good girl.”

Good girl. I never knew how much two simple words could terrify me. “Please,” I beg as my body shakes. I lick my lips and taste the salt from my tears. My body sways from the alcohol that I consumed tonight and my legs feel sluggish.

“Please what, darling?” he asks as he buries his head into my neck. His knuckles run down the side of my face, wiping off the tears. Then I feel it slide down my right thigh. My entire body tenses.

“No. No. No,” I say quickly when I feel him lift the hem of my dress.

His lips softly touch my neck. “I just wanna feel how wet you are for me,” he declares, and I shake my head.

“I’m not,” I say shaking my head quickly.

I try to take in a calming breath. I can’t panic with Rodger. That’s what he feeds off of. You know this, Tabatha. I need to be strong. I need to fight him. I jump when I feel his hand cup me between my legs. Thank God, I wore panties. “Stop,” I demand, and he chuckles into my ear. The sound makes my anger grow over my fear. He only has one hand holding on to me, so I take my hands and lift that arm up to my face. I open up and bite down into this flesh.

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