Page 39 of Complete Me
“What is she on about, Roach?”
“I don’t fucking know. Let’s take her with us. If she’s here, she’s probably important to Rogue. It’ll force him out of his hellhole.”
Oh fuck.
I grip the bat tighter between my hands until I’m sure my knuckles are white. The next moment happens in a blur. “Roach” lunges for me, and I swing the bat as hard as I can, but he expects it, his hands ready, grabbing it and yanking. I jerk forward but release the bat before I’m pulled into his arms. “Slug” takes that as his opening to come at me from the side, but I’m ready for him. I pull back my arm and channel Sawyer with everything I have, praying like hell it’s enough. I connect with his face in a sickening crunch. Immediate pain travels through my knuckles up my wrist, forearm, and shoulder. I’ve never hit someone bare-knuckled before. It hurts so bad I didn’t register that the blood-curdling crunch came from the sicko’s nose and not my hand until blood pours from his face and he howls in pain.
“She broke my fuckin’ nose!”
“Get the fuck over it and help me get this bitch!”
This time I do scream, knowing the chances have to be high that someone is out walking, leaving The Night Owl, on a stroll, fucking something—anything—to help me get out of this.
“I’m gonna enjoy making you pay for this, you stupid whore,” Slug hisses, his voice nasally and strained. He spits the blood draining into his mouth in my direction, and I jump backward and scream again. The one clearly in charge here, Roach, tosses the bat to the side, forcing it to clatter against the metal trays already knocked over on the floor.
“You’ve really made a mistake here. We could have made this good for you. Easy on you. But now you’re gonna pay. After Prez is done with you, he’s gonna feed you to his wolves,and we’re gonna enjoy tearing you apart. Such a shame. You’re a pretty little thing. How many cocks you think she can take before she splits in two?”
Bile churns in my stomach, and I nearly dry heave. How the fuck do I get out of this? I can’t let them leave with me.
Roach prowls in my direction, and I hold my fists up in front of me, ready to fight back. I’m not going to make this easy on him.
“You’re no use to us dead. But that doesn’t mean I can’t bruise you up a bit before we take you.”
As soon as he’s within striking distance, I take my shot, pulling my punch back and letting it fly. He expects it and dodges out of the way at the same time he strikes me, the back of his hand hitting the side of my face so hard it sends me careening to the floor. The hit stings, but I use my position to my advantage and kick as hard as I can between his legs. Roach drops to his knees, his hands cupping his balls. I kick again, both feet to his chest, knocking him off balance and onto his back. Slug moves in quickly, but I’m on my feet and running to the door as fast as I can.
Five more steps.
Four.
Three.
Just two more.
Just as I’m an arm’s length away from the first door, hands grab my hair and yank me backward so forcefully, I’m positive he ripped out a chunk. I scream again as my back hits a hard chest. I knock my head back as hard as I can muster, barely connecting with what feels like a chin.
“I don’t fucking think so, you dumb bitch,” he says as bloody spittle splatters against the back of my neck and shoulder. I dry heave while twisting and turning, trying to break hishold. He lifts me backward, picking my feet off the ground as I kick and scream.
“Get her to shut the fuck up! Someone’s gonna hear us!”
Calloused, filthy hands cover my mouth, the smell of fuel and grease assaulting my airways as panic takes over, and I work to pull air into my lungs. Fuck, is this how I die? The fight starts to drain out of me as he carries me further into the room, away from my escape.
“Let’s get her to the truck.”
“How? She won’t shut the fuck up.”
“We’ll make her.”
Roach walks over to me with his hands on his belt buckle, starting to undo it as my eyes widen in terror and my heart sinks into the pit of my stomach.
“You’re gonna behave or I’ll fuck your throat so hard you can’t speak for a week. Do you understand me?”
I nod my head yes, and ever so slowly, Slug releases the hold around my mouth, allowing me to take deep lungfuls of breath.
“If you put that thing anywhere near me, so help me God, I will bite it off and ensure you’ll never do it to anyone again.”
His hands drag down the side of my face and the column of my throat in a slow caress before he grabs my tank top and rips it in half, pulling it off my body and leaving me in just a sports bra and gym shorts. That finally pulls up the contents of my stomach. I lurch forward and throw up all over him and the floor.
“Fuck!” Slug yells just as his fist flies. The blunt force of his punch connects with the side of my head, and I barely have time to register the pain before everything goes dark.
