Page 31 of From You to Me

My face scrunched up. “Gabe, no. Don’t leave me alone.” But I was too drunk to protest further as Marcus dragged me away.

The loud music hit my ears again as we landed downstairs, and Marcus led me through the throng of bodies but the opposite way.

I looked at him, confused. “I thought we came in that way.” I pointed at the entrance that was soon becoming farther and farther away from me.

Through my blurry vision, I could see him smile. “Don’t worry, Evy. The back entrance is less crowded.” He rubbed his hand along my arm.

I nodded. Who was I to know anything about this club?

A guy standing by the huge door in the back gave us a smirk as Marcus led me through it. A blast of cold air hit me right in the face, freezing up my bones.

I folded my arms, huddling closer to find some warmth as I leaned against a wall.

It looked like we were in some kind of alley. A dark, dungy alley. And I didn’t like alleys one bit.

“Umm, can you call the cab? It’s so cold out here.”

Marcus pulled his body closer to mine, his hand stroking my hips.

I smiled nervously as I tried to pull back, only to realize there was a wall behind me. “I can call it myself.” I fumbled through my purse, trying to find my phone, but it was so hard since everything appeared in twos. God, I was so drunk.

A hand snaked its way up to my purse, pulling it away from me. “Come on, there’s no rush for that, Evy.” He closed in on me.

A tiny sense of fear slithered up my nerves. I gripped my purse, holding it against my chest while my other hand pressed against his shoulder, pushing him back. I could feel a bead of sweat forming down my spine.

“No, I want to go home.” My voice came out jittery as I trembled against the wall. I blinked back the dots forming at the edges of my vision. God, how drunk was I?

“Come on, don’t be a stuck-up bitch.” He gripped my purse and threw it away. The contents of it went tumbling everywhere.

“What are you doing?” I croaked out as he made himself flush with my body despite my efforts to push him back.

My weak arms could only do so much against his forceful grip. I wiggled. “No, let me go!”

His hand pinched my cheeks as his wild eyes peered at me. “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” He dove in, trying to press his mouth against mine.

My heart thudded in my chest, the helplessness setting in as I fought against his hold. “No, I don’t want to. Let me go!” I screamed.

“She said no, motherfucker,” thundered a familiar voice.

Uh-oh.

CHAPTER 7

Cold air hit my face again as Marcus was pulled off me in a blur of a moment. I only heard a crunch and Marcus’s shriek, and his once white shirt was now red.

A sudden zing zapped through my body as a calloused hand closed around my wrist and pulled me away from the dark, dark alley.

And before my eyes could adjust to the big black car waiting on the street, I was thrown inside it.What was happening?

“Drive,” called out an icy voice.

I turned to see a man clad in a leather jacket sitting beside me, radiating with fury. I frowned, sliding my ass down the seat to peer at him. But it was too dark.

I tiled my head lower to get a good look at him. The position only made me dizzy, and my head ended up on his lap.

“Jay.” I giggled as I traced a finger up his chin. “Is this a dream?”

His cold blue eyes bore down my soul as he gripped my finger and pulled me off his lap. “No, Evelyn, this isn’t a dream. It’s more like a nightmare.”

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