Page 46 of Snagged By Hook

“You’ll never touch a hair on her head. I’ll rip the heart from your chest while it’s still fucking beating if you try.” Now she was the one shouting and sounding like a psychopath. She doubted she’d make it out alive, but she knew June was safe, and that was all that mattered.

“Don’t make me kill you right now, Nova.” Brent held the knife to her throat. She arched her neck toward it.

“Go ahead, kill me. You’ll never hurt my daughter, and that’s all that matters to me.” She spit in the general direction of his face.

The sociopath wiped it with his thumb and sucked it off.Gross.

He was back to calm Brent, and somehow, that felt scarier to her.

“I’m not gonna kill you right away,wifey. First, I’m gonna fuck you. Then I’ll slit your throat.” He drew the back of the knife across her neck to make the point.

“Then, if I’m not satisfied, which I never was with you, I might fuck the wound while the blood’s still warm.” Brent grabbed her leg and stood up straight, pulling her off the couch violently. The carpet burned her bare back.

No matter how hard she kicked and thrashed her legs, he managed to get her leggings and underwear down. She couldn’t fight anymore. Exhaustion and despair had won. Nova resigned herself to the rape and possible desecration of her body. She just hoped the police untied Hook’s shirt from her hands and lost it, so he’d be spared that small detail.

Letting her mind go numb, she wondered why their stuff was still there. The landlord, who was so insistent that he hadpeople waiting, so either pay or get out,hadn’t bothered to do anythingabout it yet. The house was just as she’d left it. Turning her head to the side, she noticed the blanket she and June had sat on for their indoor picnic the day Hook had swept them away.

She cried silent tears.

Not for herself but for June and Hook. All the things she was going to miss. Bug’s graduation, she wouldn’t be there, but Hook and the guys would, whooping and hollering the whole time. She cried when she imagined Hook walking her daughter down the aisle. Her in a white gown and him uncomfortable in a rented tux.

So lost in happy moments she’d never possess as memories, she barely registered his weight on top of her. Nova felt the head of his cock at her entrance and braced herself for what was next, but it never came.

Instead of him thrusting into her dry body, there was a muted pop. Brent jerked, warm liquid splashed on her face, then his full weight was crushing her. Instantly, she stopped crying and went deathly still.

Comprehension was not hers. Nova still didn’t understand what had happened when he was rolled off of her.

“Jesus, honey, am I too late?” It was a barely audible question. Carl looked at Brent, then down at her bare crotch, before falling into a coughing fit.

Nova couldn’t speak, she just started shaking her head vigorously and bawling. After a few moments, she found her voice.

“No, Mr. Griffith. You stopped him. Thank you. Thank you so much.” She was shaking uncontrollably.

Carl eased her into a sitting position and gently scolded her.

“None of that Mr. Griffith nonsense, child.” Carl fumbled with the shirt on her wrists before finally freeing them. Her teeth were chattering from the adrenaline dump.

Rubbing her wrists, she looked into Carl’s eyes. He was holding Hook’s T-shirt toward her with his eyes averted, and she threw her arms around him, shaking.

“Thank you. I owe you my life. I thought for sure…” She trailed off as Carl gently nudged her back and slipped Hook’s shirt over her head, pulling her arms through like he was dressing a toddler.

He fell back on his ass from his squatted position, reaching for her leggings that were around her calves.

“You don’t owe me nothin’, sweetheart. Let’s get these righted, okay?” Carl’s voice was normally rough, even more so with the chronic coughing. At the moment, it was even more gentle than when he was dealing with June.

Nova managed to get her leggings pulled up with Carl’s assistance. Her hands were shaking so badly, there was no way she could’ve done it alone.

“Carl?”

“Damn it, Linda. Don’t you dare come in here. I told you to stay home and call the cops in fifteen minutes and not a minute before.” He succumbed to another coughing fit.

“Sorry, I had to know that she’s all right.”

Carl looked at Nova, unable to speak between coughs. “I’m fine, Mrs. Griffith, thanks to your husband.”

Carl’s coughing died down, and he spoke to the door. “Go back home, Linda, my love, and call the cops in five minutes now.”

“I love you,” Linda whispered through the half-opened door. Nova heard the sadness in her voice and her feet shuffling away.

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