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I waved as I rounded the corner, thinking I really did need to buy a starter so my car was warm when I got into it.

“You know if you weren’t such a slut, you would have so many more fans.”

I wanted to cry when I turned around to see him again.

Just get in the damn car and leave. Ignore him and get in your car, except I’m afraid that he will get in with me. The urge to scream rose up and I was about to when he lunged for me. A fraction of my scream escaped, but it wasn’t loud enough, when his hand covered my mouth.

“Don’t be so fucking dramatic,” he snarled, as I bit his hand making him gasp.

“Beau!” I screamed.

He grabbed my arm, yanked me forward, which made me stumble as I tried to right myself before I fell. My upper arm burned from his hold as his grip was the only thing keeping me upright.

“Beau! I screamed again, hoping he hadn’t gotten into his car.

“Shut the fuck up,” he snarled, yanking me forward.

I fell onto my knees scraping them and regretted not putting pants on. He leaned down, getting in my face smelling like liquor as his pupils were almost black. Fear slammed into me when he reached for my face. I turned away as much as I could with the way he was holding me, when I was yanked forward and the grip on my arm disappeared.

Beau was dragging him away, but I was frozen in fear when I thought my mind was screaming at me to get help.

Move! I screamed at myself, as Beau looked over at me.

It was that split second, that was all it took for my attacker to pull out of Beau’s grasp, he reared back his arm about to hit him when the sound of footsteps snapped my attacker out of it. Hepushed Beau hard, stealing a glance at me before he stopped in his tracks.

His eyes grew wide as the footsteps came closer and he left before Beau could get back up. Slowly reaching up, I realized my mask was skewed and my wig wasn't secured in place anymore.

Fear devoured me. Fuck, this couldn’t be happening. I left, hoping to never see him again. While he wasn’t the reason I left Florida, it was nice knowing I wouldn’t see him again, but I was fucking wrong. Maxwell Hollingsworth, the Dom who treated me like shit had found me and I didn’t know if it was on purpose or fate was fucking me in the ass.

25

Romeo

The shrill tone of my phone pulled my attention from the boring-ass conversation I had to endure with my father, uncle and my brother. The phone stopped ringing as soon as I looked at it showing that Valencia had called. Her name popped up again and the call ended quickly.

Uneasiness hit me as I got up and dialed her number. It rang and rang until I was met with silence.

“Say something or I swear to god I will?—”

“Beau, don’t start with me,” she said, sounding exasperated.

Who the fuck was Beau and who the fuck names their kid, Beau?

“Mamacita?” I walked into the kitchen.

A sigh came through.

“Ro,” she said, her tone was off.

“What happened?” I almost snarled as a wave of panic hit me.

“Can I come over?” she asked, her voice cracking.

“What happened?” I asked again, trying not to get upset.

“I'd rather talk in person.” Her voice was a little shaky.

“I can pick you up,” I said, grabbing my jacket.

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