Page 120 of Sacrifice
“Thank you. Please extend my gratitude to the Davidson team.”
Jason laughs. “This is Mr. Davidson. You can tell him yourself.”
My eyes grow wide as I realize just who this enormous man is. I feel like I’ve been played, like the wolf has gotten into the henhouse.
The check is burning in my palm and I want to tell him to take it back and get out of here. I know the awful things he’s said to Crew. I know this is the guy that hurt him in Minnesota. I want to have Crew’s back on this, to tell him to stick this up his ass.
Ever squeezes my hand again and I’m thrust back into reality. I have to stay calm. I can’t do something stupid, especially considering the reason they’re here. They’re here to help Everleigh and, if I make a scene, it could make Crew lose his focus or the fight altogether.
I plaster on a fake smile. “Thank you, Mr. Davidson.” I hate the sound of the words coming from my lips.
“You are welcome. It was really mypleasure.”
The last word rolls suggestively off his lips. He makes my skin crawl. There’s something very reptilian about him, something that makes me shiver. I just want them to leave.Now.
The door pushes open again and Macie walks in. She starts to smile but stops after seeing the men against the wall. Besides Crew and sometimes Will, there are never other men here, so I know she’s suspicious but I don’t need her causing problems right now either.
“Is everything okay in here?” she asks, crossing her arms in front of her. She‘s clearly ready to flex her muscle and toss them out on their ass. I’d love that but can’t risk making them mad.
“Everything is fine,” I mutter.
Her eyebrows are pulled in, obviously not believing me. “Okay. I need to take Miss Ever down for a test.”
“That’s fine.”
Macie winks at Everleigh and gets the poles and bed rails up and ready to go. “You ready, my lady?”
“I am.” Ever’s voice is soft, but she’s grinning at Macie, her cracked lips spread as far apart as she can. “I’ll be back, Mommy.”
“I’ll be here, baby girl. I love you.”
“Love you.”
Macie wheels her out and casts me a final glance. I subtly shake my head and, before I know it, she’s gone. Immediately, the walls seem to start closing in. I feel like a mouse trapped in a cage with a couple of large cats, ready to pounce on their prey.
I know I have thedeer in the headlightslook going on. I also know that won’t do me any favors around characters like these.
Before I know what’s happening, Hunter is beside me. He has his arm around my waist. His hands are huge, his fingers spread wide around my hip, the tips nearly touching my breasts.
I try to pull away, but he draws me even closer against his solid frame. I gasp, my hands shoving against him. “Get away from me,” I spit, sucking in a large gulp of air as I react to the violation. My senses are overtaken with the scent of a vomiting department store—expensive colognes mixed with douchbaggery. I push away as hard as I can, but his body is a brick wall.
He laughs a low, bellowing chuckle. I can feel his ribs moving beneath my hands.
“Does it make you nervous to be touched by a real man?” He begins to stroke my skin and my stomach threatens to expel the milkshake Macie brought me earlier.
“Let go of me,” I say through gritted teeth. “Let go of me or I will scream.”
“I can probably get you another three grand if you play nice.” His hand drags slowly down my side and lands on my ass.
I turn to respond, to tell him exactly what he can do with his three grand, and his lips land on the side of my face. He presses them hard, barely missing my mouth.
My hand comes up and finds the side ofhis.The sound of my hand smacking his face zaps across the room. He howls with laughter and my blood pressure soars even higher.
I grasp at his fingers and try to remove them from my body, lifting his thick, meaty digits away from me. It’s obvious that he lets me lift his middle finger and that only enrages me further. The fact that I can’t make him stop, that I’m at his will, is both terrifying and infuriating.
With each second, my panic increases. I glance to Jason and he’s amused.
Hunter squeezes my behind in his palm before finally releasing it. “Oh, that’s tight,” he says, his voice full of innuendo.
