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“That’d be great. See you before too long.”

I smiled. “Sounds perfect.”

I slipped the phone into the pocket of my leggings, trying to process the news I’d just received. But first things first, I needed to answer the damn door. I’d ordered a few things from Amazon, some prenatal vitamins and such.

I opened the door and began talking right away. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting. I’m sure you’ve got a million places to be. Just needed to finish the call I was on.”

The man didn’t answer. He was dressed in jeans, a black hoodie, and sneakers. Nothing about his outfit suggested a uniform.

He threw down the packages. Before I had a chance to react, he lifted his head, pulling back his hoodie and revealing his face.

I gasped. “Mark, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Hey, whore.”

With a sneer on his face, he shoved his way into the hall, leaping onto me and covering my mouth with his hand before I could even manage to scream.

Chapter 31

Gen

Mark shoved me into my apartment hard enough to send me slamming into the ground, my phone falling out of my leggings with a clatter.

Panic ran through me, along with the pain of landing on the cool tile floor.

I was still trying to process what the hell was happening, but even through the chaos I knew that I needed to get to my phone, to call someone.

“Get your ass back here!” Mark’s growling voice filled the space as I struggled to my feet.

I ran. There wasn’t much space to run, but I did it anyway, hurrying as quickly as I could toward my phone. Mark’s boots boomed on the floor as he cut the distance between us. My heart racing, I bent over and scooped up my phone, turning around just in time to watch him pouncing at me.

I moved to the side just in time, Mark slamming into the wall behind me hard.

“Fuck!”

With shaking hands, I opened my phone as I rushed toward my bathroom, pulling up Amy’s number and calling.

“Oh, no you fucking don’t!” Mark growled, running toward me after regaining his balance.

Cries of panic shot out of me as I turned into the room, desperate to shut the door behind me. But I was too late. Mark grabbed me right as I tried to close it. Once he had me, he wrenched the phone from my hand and whipped it against the apartment wall as hard as he could, a sickeningcracksounding out as it crashed into the wall.

“No phone calls,” he said, pulling me into the living room. “This is a conversation between you and me.”

He shoved me one more time. Despite the adrenaline strength running through me, Mark was far more powerful. I stumbled forward, tripping and slamming into the coffee table, the cheap wood cracking underneath me, more pain blasting through my body as I landed.

I rolled over, groaning. I wanted to cry and scream and do anything I could to get help.

“Now,” Mark said. “Are you ready to listen?”

He had a head of wild, curly blonde hair that seemed to have a life of its own. It was unkempt and disheveled, as if he hadn't bothered to run a comb through it for days. His eyes were wide and unblinking, with an unhinged look that made me feel scared out of my mind.

He had a lean build and stood tall, but his posture was tense, as if he were ready to pounce again at any moment. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides, and his shoulders were hunched up toward his ears. It was impossible to ignore the danger coming from him, as if he were a coiled snake waiting to strike.

“What do you want, Mark?” I asked, wiping away tears.

He snorted. “Look at you, playing dumb as always. You really have no idea why I’m here?”

“I don’t. Please, just let me go. Or we can even go someplace public and talk about this.”

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