Page 65 of Indiscreet

I took a step away from Elliott, and he took my arm back.

“Do you know it’s Angel upstairs? She’s lost her mind and she has Dane’s little girl. She’s here in this horrible place. How could you?” I choked.

He put his hand over my mouth. “Shut up or I’ll gag you.” He removed his hand but quickly took hold of my arms.

I stomped the heel of my stiletto into the top of his shoe. “I hate you. You will all rot in hell for this.”

He didn’t even flinch. “Good, you’ve stopped trying to find my good side.”

“You don’t have one,” Marco said, and then he laughed as he came through the door holding up a syringe. “Uncle Vincent had to go check on something. We can start the party first.”

Elliott let go of my arms and placed his hands on my shoulders, moving me flush against his body.

“Let her go,” Marco commanded. “I want her to fight me again.”

I sneered. Oh, please let him, Elliott. I’ve got fight for him.

Elliott smiled at me. “You heard him. He wants a fight.”

I didn’t hesitate. I jumped onto Marco and we fell to the floor together, hard. He shifted around to try to find the syringe he’d dropped, but I was back on him, hitting, scratching, ripping at his clothing. I was doing anything I could to stop him from getting a hold of the drug again.

“You fucking bitch.” He hissed and pushed me hard in the chest, knocking me off him.

I fell back in pain and gasped for breath.

“What the hell?” A guard came in and Elliott rushed over and knocked him over on his side. I pulled at the fabric of the dress to free it from under Marco, who was fighting to get a hold of me. He tugged hard against my grasp, tearing the material covering my waist.

I kicked out with my legs, but the long dress made it hard to connect with his body. He didn’t have the same problem. His leg kicked out and landed on my sore ribs, and I screamed in agony.

“You will pay for this, bitch,” Marco hissed.

I smirked. Guess he hadn’t expected a real fight.

Marco was quick to straddle my body and pin me down. “Don’t bother looking for Elliott. He won’t be around to help you any time soon,” he said roughly.

I reached between his legs and grabbed hold of his balls then squeezed with all I had.

Marco yelled out, “You’re dead!” Then he grabbed my neck and squeezed.

I clawed with my fingers and twisted my body under him.

Elliott came into my line of sight behind him. He had the syringe in his hand.

“Elliott, get out of here now. You know you’re done,” Marco told him as he struggled to keep a hold of me. “You interfere, and we’ll kill you both.”

Elliott plunged the syringe into Marco’s arm. “Vincent won’t be coming back. This is an FBI raid, motherfucker.”

Marco’s eyes bulged, and he tried to hit at Elliott but was too slow.

Elliott stood and kicked him over to his side. I scooted across the carpet away from him, my breath labored as I tried to understand what Elliott had said to him. “You’re…FBI?”

Elliott smiled. “I’ll explain later.”

He kicked Marco in the ribs. “That’s for hurting Gia, though it still isn’t enough.” I gaped at him as he patted Marco down until he found a gun strapped to his lower leg. He removed it from the holster and armed it.

My mouth dropped open. I hadn’t even considered that he could be armed. “He could have killed me.”

“This is not the time,” he said. “I need to go see what’s going on.”

My eyes darted from Marco to the doorway. “Don’t leave me in here,” I stammered.

He cupped my face. “Marco will be out for hours. I’ll push the guard out and block the doors. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. We will leave here together.”

“Yes. You both will be leaving.” Vincent appeared at the door with a police officer behind him. “You’re under arrest.”

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