Page 82 of Possession

“Who’s that?” Nic seethes. My dress is yanked to my waist, my wrists bound in one of his hands.

“Hel—” I start to scream, and barely get the word out before his other hand clamps down on my face.

Nic’s eyes are wide and wild and terrifying. “Who the fuck is that?”

Another bang hits the door, but this one isn’t a fist.

It’s bigger.

Harder.

The hand over my mouth tightens and bites into my jaw. “You stupid bitch. Everything went south the moment your fucking husband entered my world. I was next in line. It was supposed to be me. I’m going to make sure he pays, and it starts with making you mine.”

That last word slithers over me in a way nothing ever has.

Boz told me … he warned me. And even after experiencing Nic’s parents at dinner, I didn’t realize.

I had no idea how bad my life would’ve been had he not stepped in. My time with Boz has been pure bliss in comparison.

And to think I complained about being bored or him ignoring me.

Tears stream down the sides of my face as I struggle against his shackles.

Another bang.

His hand slides away from my mouth.

I barely pull in a gasp of air to scream when his fingers wrap around my throat.

I was afraid of him raping me.

But he’ll kill me first.

Another bang.

And another.

I see stars and hear a gurgle as my hearing tunnels.

Then…

A crash.

Nic is gone.

I gasp and roll to the side. I cough and sputter, my hands fly to my neck and mouth as my lungs fight for air.

Vital, life-saving oxygen.

“Motherfucker,” Rocco growls. “What did you do to her?”

Fists connect with flesh, over and over again. I don’t dare look. If I could slither away to another universe, where I was more than merely a possession, I would.

“I’ll kill you,” Nic grunts.

I jerk when bodies crash to the desk behind me. It hurts to move—it hurts so bad—but adrenaline takes over. I push to my bottom, wrap what’s left of my dress around me, and watch the boy who’s barely a man take a fist to the face.

My chest heaves desperately as I watch my new friend bleed…

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