Page 47 of A Pawn in the Game
“Aaaaah! Get off of me!”
My limbs follow, thrashing wildly to jerk out of his touch. My foot connects to his ribs, making him let out a grunt.
I use the fact that he’s distracted and slither out of the bed, barely landing upright. My bare feet run as fast as they can and just as I’m about to reach the door, he grabs me by the waist and drags me back, throwing me to the couch as if I’m a rag doll. He lowers on top of me while I do my best to fight back.
“Calm the fuck down,” he mutters under his breath, like I’m the problem.
“Let me go!” I yell.
His chest lifts, his heavy body keeping my legs in place as his eyes stare at me with hatred.
“I’ve been wasting my nights here. There’s a certain itch I haven’t been able to scratch.” He tries to get closer again, but I kick him in the shoulder.
He rubs his shoulder with the other hand, shooting me a glare. “You want to get paid? Fine.” He takes out a wallet from hisback pocket and digs through it. “Here you go.” He drops a couple of tens on my chest and lowers his torso over me. My lungs constrict, but I won’t give up. I can’t. His hands cage me in.
“Stop! You won’t get away with this. I’ll tell Luka!”
Zvone scoffs. “You think he cares about you, little girl? You’re our prisoner,” he spits out. “And I can do whatever the hell I want.”
Liquid drops to my cheeks and I realize I’m crying. I try to wiggle out of his hold, but it’s impossible.
“Help!” I scream, though the chances of anyone hearing me are minimal.
Using whatever brain power I have left; I try to scratch his face with my nails. I guess I succeed because he lets out a roar, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head.
His grip is tight and painful on my wrists, but my hands are the least of my problems. I sob, and scream, and kick as much as I can while he tries to take my panties off. The couch is narrow, and there’s no place for him to maneuver, saving me for now, but it’s only a matter of time before he does what he’s planning to do.
And I have no way of escaping.
My head thrashes from side to side and just as he peels my underwear and the last remnants of hope slip away from me, a weird sound cuts through my screams.
It takes me a second to realize that the sound was the door opening and my gaze flicks to them. Luka stands there, larger than life, his eyes narrowed on the bed.
Too shocked to keep fighting, I use the break to pull in a breath, which is enough for Luka to stomp toward us. Grabbing him by the neck, he throws Zvone off the bed, too fast and too high for a man of his size.
Luka’s gaze lands on my almost naked body, making his brows lower further. In one move, he’s on him the way Zvone was on me just a second ago. Just like he did to me, he overpowers Zvone, his disgusting little eyes widening in fear.
“Luka, stani!There’s no need for this. She asked for this.”
One glance into my eyes and Luka pummels a fist through Zvone’s face. A loud crunch fills the air, the sound of a bone breaking. A gasp escapes me, but Luka doesn’t stop. Hit after hit, his fist connects to the now bloody face of a guy who tried to rape me.
I’m rooted to the spot, my eyes glued to the scene in front of me. It’s gory and violent, but my fear is gone. It seeped out of me while Zvone’s blood rushed down his beaten-up face. Luka’s shoulders are impossibly wide, his arms dolling out justice I’ve never received before.
At this moment, he’s not my captor. He’s not the guy who kidnapped me. He’s my protector. The guy who made me feel safe. For the first time sincethatnight.
CHAPTER 24
Luka
One or two of my fingers may be broken, my blood mixing with the blood of the scumbag below me, but I couldn’t care less. I’m not breathing, I’m not thinking, I’m just…hitting.
Her screams grew louder as I approached the dungeon, and I thought she was having another one of her nightmares. Turns out, she was living through something that will become a nightmare of mine.
I no longer feel the hard base of the skull beneath my fists, meaning his head has turned to mush.
Still, I don’t stop. Not until my biceps grow sore with fatigue.
Not until red leaves my vision, replaced by the real-life redness oozing in front of me.
