with a sigh, grabbing me. This time I let him pull me tight against him. I can feel his bulge against my stomach, but I ignore it, fighting back the panic as I let my hands grip his waist, pretending to shove him off while feeling for a weapon. Bingo. His gun is in the back of his jeans, which means he will have to take it out to open his pants. Focus Reign, I’ll have time to freak out later.
“Now I think I’ll just get rid of you and make it look like you ran away,” he carries on, clearly liking the sound of his own bullshit.
“No, I’m sorry, I’ll be good. Please don’t hurt me,” I tell him, making myself sound small and meek. It’s not exactly difficult, knowing what will happen if I can’t gain the upper hand here.
I try to pull away, but he grips my hair harder, making me wince. In a sick kind of way the pain helps because it pushes down my fear and lets the anger take the wheel. Pulling harder, I grit my teeth as strands of hair rip free from my head. Oh, he’s going to pay for that.
“Sorry, I was trying to get on my knees. I thought you wanted me to suck you off?” I tell him with faked confusion.
“Hmm... now we’re talking. Try anything funny, and I’ll snap your pretty little neck.”
I nod when he loosens his grip and lower myself to a kneeling position in front of him, trying not to think about what might be on this floor.
“Good girl, so pretty. You deserve someone better than Bates. He’s a fucking nut job.” He pets my hair.
Yes, because you are just the picture of sanity, I think, but I keep my opinion to myself.
I watch out of the corner of my eye as he pulls his gun from his jeans and places it on the sink. With his eyes firmly on me, I reach up and unbuckle his belt and loosen his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles. If nothing else, that will hinder his ability to get away.
There is a wet patch on the front of his boxers that makes me want to gag. I don’t know what’s worse, the thought of it being pre-cum or piss. Either way, I’ll pass.
“Oh, it’s so big,” I fake gasp at the material covered cock, making him look down at his dick.
Gotcha. I pull back my arm and punch him as hard as I can in his dick before standing and grabbing the gun, flicking the safety off and aiming at him while he falls to the floor and tries to stop himself from throwing up.
“Wait, I’m sorry,” he gasps out between choked breaths.
“Too late,” I reply, before shooting him in his hand as he tries to leverage himself up. When he crumples in on himself, I shoot him in the ass, just for good measure, before flicking the safety back on and emptying the clip into the sink. I toss the gun into the toilet bowl in the perfect three-pointer shot.
She shoots, she scores.
I pull my shorts on and I’m just doing up the button when the door flies open, revealing Kermit with a gun aimed right at me.
He takes in the scene, looking from me to dickface before asking in a pissed-off voice, “What the fuck is going on?”
“That’s what I want to know,” Priest says, shoving his way into the bathroom and grabbing my arms. For a second, I think he wants to shake me, so I brace myself, but he just runs his hands up my arms over my body.
“Priest, I’m fine,” I tell him before wincing when he tugs me by the back of my head to pull me close. “Okay, so my head is a little tender where he pulled my hair, but I promise, I’m fine.”
The air around us turns electric, the anger so palpable I can feel it in the room like a separate entity. I know this means Bates has arrived. I turn and see him over Kermit’s shoulder. Kermit takes a look to see who’s behind him and wisely steps aside.
The idiot on the floor chooses that moment to roll over, drawing attention to himself.
Bates’s eyes move from me to the guy on the floor with his jeans around his ankles. I see the moment it clicks into place what this guy was going to do and why he is now on the floor bleeding.
Bates bends down