Page 40 of More Than A Boss

Allie hesitated, and he snarled, “I’m not a patient man. Do you want to do this the hard way?” He began to rise from his seated position on the bed.

“No, just give me a moment.” After slipping off her shoes, Allie slowly began to unzip her jeans, mustering every ounce of her dubious acting skills to play the role of her life. Slowly and seductively, she slid the jeans down her hips and thighs as he watched the show, practically drooling with unbridled anticipation, his piercing black eyes burning from beneath the mask. She stepped out of her jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

He pointed his gun and said, “Now the bra and panties.”

“What is the hurry?” Allie asked, stalling with desperate hope that Casey was freeing herself and getting help. “Let me deliver on my promise,” Allie said as she walked over to him and straddled his lap. She almost gagged from his body odor. Reaching up, she removed his mask and with inner revulsion pressed her lips to his almost gagging again when he thrust his tongue in her mouth. He groaned out loud and picked her up easily and tossed her onto the bed. Beside her on bended knees, he struggled to unbuckle his belt and unzip his own pants while holding the gun on her at the same time.

Allie lay sprawled out on the bed, praying that someone would get there soon. She was terrified, but even through her fear she strategized. Knowing he would be more vulnerable once his pants came off, she mentally prepared to take any opportunity that presented itself. He pulled his pants down to his knees and was struggling with his underwear as he crawled on top of her, his weight pinning her beneath him. As he forced his tongue into her mouth, she tried to turn her head away, only to have him grab her face and violently turn her back to his waiting lips. He grasped her hair and jerked it hard as he struck her across the face. She gasped in pain. She began to fight in earnest against his brutality. She kicked and pushed, trying to keep her legs tight together as he forced her thighs open wider while grabbing at her panties, the only barrier left between her and the unthinkable. Then, suddenly, he was no longer on top of her.

She opened her eyes to see Zane holding onto the perpetrator’s shirt with one hand as he pummeled his face with the other. The man was off balance, with his pants around his ankles, so Zane had the advantage. Because of the element of surprise, the gun had been forgotten where he had tucked it under the pillow. Allie was completely useless because her whole body was trembling with the aftershock of the attempted rape. The stranger suddenly head-butted Zane, then he dove for the bed, grabbing the gun he had left under the pillow. In a millisecond, he had his arm around Allie’s throat and the gun pointed at her head. Zane stood back like a panther sizing up his prey.

“One move and I blow your puta’s head off.” He grinned maniacally. “Back out of the room now and close the door behind you.”

Just then, Darcy stepped into the room with her gun pointed between his eyes. “Drop it NOW! You’re outnumbered, and I’m an excellent shot. I will not miss,” she threatened menacingly. “This house is surrounded. Give yourself up now and you will only be charged with kidnapping and attempted rape. Put the gun down or I swear, if you live it will be to regret it.”

Suddenly, he didn’t look quite so smug. Instinctively, Allie reacted to the extra support and sharply punched him hard in the groin, giving Zane and Darcy the moment they had needed, to pounce on him and wrestle the gun from his hand.

With the danger contained, Darcy handcuffed the perpetrator and shoved him toward the door while Zane pulled Allie into his arms and cradled her tight to his chest.

“Pull up your pants, Asshole,” Darcy said as she shoved him. He quickly did as she asked, fumbling with his zipper and belt buckle. She made him walk ahead as she followed with her gun trained on the back of his head.

“Oh, Allie!” Zane said in a half-smothered sob into her hair. “I’m so sorry!” He rocked her gently while she cried into his shoulder.

“I was so-so-so terrified!” she stuttered, shaking and with teeth chattering.

“Shh, I know. You’re safe now. I’m going to let go for minute and grab a blanket to wrap around you.”

“NO!” she said in panic. “No, don’t let me go.”

“Shh. It’s OK, Allie. Take a few deep breaths. He’s in custody now. He can no longer hurt you.”

“Casey! Where is Casey? Is she alright?” she asked, almost hysterical now.

“Casey is fine. Just shook up, like you. Charlie is on his way, and the police are with her downstairs. I’m sure they are getting her statement right now.” He struggled to reach for a blanket while holding her, so he wouldn’t have to let her go. Finally succeeding, he wrapped it around her nakedness. Her breathing was becoming slower and he could feel that she was starting to calm down, but she still clung to him like a frightened child.

He kissed her brow, making soothing noises as he continued to rock her.

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When Allie was ready, Zane helped her get dressed and they went downstairs to see what they needed to do next. Allie ran over to Casey, and they just held each other and cried.

“You were so brave, Allie! Thank you,” Casey said, overcome with emotion.

“What about you? You were right there with me Casey!”

“But what you did was brilliant. We were doomed. If you had not been so quick-thinking, God knows what would have happened!” Casey said.

“I was terrified,” Allie admitted, “and completely winging it. I wasn’t sure how he was going to react, but fortunately his brain was in his crotch, so it gained us some time.”

“Oh, Allie, I just hope…,” Casey said, trailing off.

Allie’s voice trembled, “Zane and Darcy showed up just in time. Another couple of minutes and it would have been even more horrifying than it already was.”

“I don’t want you to talk about it now unless you need to. It’s too soon, I just needed to know that he didn’t … you know, rape you.” Casey swallowed hard and began to sob. “Oh, Allie I was so terrified for you! I felt so helpless.”

“Oh Casey, I’ll be OK. He didn’t … He almost … I managed to….” Allie stumbled over her words, not able to articulate over the terror gripping her mind when she went back to that room. “Thank God they arrived when they did,” she finished on a sob. “We were a team! It took both of us. You managed to get loose and make the call. You saved me!” Allie reassured her friend.

Zane, taking charge, said, “They want us down at the station for your statement, Allie. Let’s go.”

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