Page 105 of Remy

I gasp on impact, the hard, cold wire biting into my back. “Stop.” I push at his chest. “Let me go.”

“Not until I’m finished, sweet cheeks.” He leans in for a kiss.

I make a direct hit, slapping him across the face.

He flinches, leaning away slightly.

I take the opportunity to run, but I’m pulled back by my hair, searing pain lashing over my skull.

He shoves me against the chain-link again, pinning me with a forearm to the throat.

I scramble to gouge for his eyes. Attempt to knee him in the balls.

But he’s too strong. Too big. The pressure on my throat becomes too much.

“Stop,” I rasp, clawing at his forearm. “I can’t breathe.”

“Do you know how many women come sniffing around for the boss?” He sneers in my face. “All these pretty bitches after one guy, and do you want to know why?”

I shake my head. “It’s not like that. I only want to speak to him.”

“Money,” he sneers in my face. “That’s all women ever fucking want.”

I claw harder. “Don’t be stupid enough to think I won’t go to the cops.”

“Don’t you be stupid enough to think the boss doesn’t already have them in his pocket.”

Shit. “You’ve done this before.” I attempt to knee him again, but there’s no space. No room to move. He’s everywhere. All solid legs and meaty arms that make him impossible to move.

He snickers. “Just relax and let it happen.”

I launch my mouth at his bicep, sinking my teeth into skin.

He roars, his arm loosening.

I shove him. Gain a breath of space to run.

Then his knuckles pound into my temple and my consciousness blackens for a second.

I sway, the pain howling through my brain, my vision coming back online in mottled colors.

My ears ring, the piercing tone drowning out my voice as I attempt to match the shrieking in my skull. I scream and scream and scream until a hand slaps over my mouth and I’m heaved against the fence.

He says something. Gets in my face with a threatening warning. But all I hear are bells.

I squeeze my eyes shut and slap. Claw. Pound.

It does nothing as a rough hand yanks at my waistband, viciously undoing my belt.

The noise grows. His words. The bells. My screams. Then rumbling, some kind of thunder, as if Mother Nature knows the severity of my situation.

They all mix into a tornado of havoc while he fumbles with his pants and I fight, fight, fight.

Then all of a sudden, he’s gone.

There’s no pressure against my chest. The cold air of the parking lot seeps into me as sharp, obscure shouts lash my ears.

I open my eyes to find the bouncer a few feet away, Remy in front of him, his mouth viciously moving as he holds my attacker by the throat of his collar.

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