Page 62 of Treacherous

"Pretty little thing, aint you," a voice said from close by and my whole body stiffened. I couldn't move – I could barely breathe.

Getting a hold of myself I grabbed the door and tried to swing it shut, but a beefy hand stopped it halfway and pulled the door outwards. I let go from the sheer force of his strength and then I saw who owned the arm and my heart sank.

"I've seen you here before." Yellow Teeth grinned down at me. "Yeah, you're the bitch who's got JD's boy's head all fucked up." He tapped his finger against his temple. "That makes me curious."

Grabbing my arm he pulled me out of the car and slammed me against the car. "He aint brought no other bitch here before," he growled in my ear as he clutched my throat with his hand.

"I'm not hisbitch, asshole," I hissed. Fear spiraled inside of me as I desperately looked around for anyone who could help me, but came up empty.

Yellow Teeth smirked cruelly and tightened his hold on my throat. "What makes you so special, blondie?"

"Get your hands off me," I spat as I tried to shove him away from me. "Or they'll have to surgically remove my shoe from your ass."

Yellow Teeth laughed loudly, peering down at me with dark eyes and a sickeningly crooked grin. "Maybe he likes 'em feisty."

I opened my mouth to answer him, but Yellow Teeth squeezed hard, cutting me off. "You a good fuck, huh?" He clutched my throat tighter. "Is your cunt as tight as your asshole?"

"Don't touch me," I choked out. A whimpering noise ripped from my throat when he pushed his hand inside my shorts and cupped me roughly.

Tears pooled in my eyes and he laughed cruelly. "That's it," he sneered, stroking me vulgarly.

I clamped my thighs together but the bastard shoved his knee between my legs and forced them open. "Messina's got himself some tight virgin pussy…"

"You need a hearing test, asshole?" I heard Noah snarl and I'd never felt so relieved to hear anyone's voice in my life. "I already told you she's mine."

Yellow Teeth stepped away from me and I sagged against the car in relief.

"I was only playing around, Messina," he chuckled but it was a nervous sound. "No harm done."

Noah walked right up to him, not stopping until his forehead connected with Yellow Teeth's nose.

Blood sprayed everywhere and I thought I would vomit.

"Touch her again and I'll break more than your nose," Noah roared, chest heaving. "Comprende, asshole?"

Swinging around to where I was leaning against the car Noah walked right up to me. The gentleness in his touch as he cupped my face, his thumbs stroking my cheekbones as he checked me over was in direct conflict to his actions less than a minute before.

I didn’t think twice about clutching his shirt and pulling him closer to me. I breathed in slow and deep, finding sanctuary in his mere presence.

Then Noah did something I wasn’t expecting.

He cupped my face in his hands, let out a shivering sigh, and kissed my forehead.

It was such a tender, affectionate thing to do that it baffled my brain and accelerated my heart-rate.

I was petrified while Noah looked wholly enraged. He had my front pressed to his chest, his hand was stroking my lower back as he glowered over my head at Gonzalez and his cronies.

"Mine," he said coldly, swinging around to stare at the half-dozen or so men who were now surrounding us, flanking Yellow Teeth.

Thankfully nobody seemed to want to fight him and they gradually nodded and backed away from us.

Opening the car door, Noah helped me inside before walking around to the driver's side and climbing in.

Neither of us spoke as Noah drove out of the quarry and back onto the dirt-road. I didn’t know what to say. To be honest, I was kind of flummoxed.

Noah looked mutinous as he fiddled with the car radio, flicking through songs before finally settling on Bruce Springsteen'sI'm on Fire.

"…I got a bad desire…Oh I'm on fire…"

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