get hauled out, and then a meaty hand landed on my shoulder. I was yanked from the seat, my body flung like a ragdoll into the chilly Georgia air—or at least, I think we were still in Georgia. There was no telling.
I yelped and landed on my ass on the dusty ground, causing sand to billow up around me. I groaned from the soreness in my tailbone, and then yanked the blindfold from my eyes. “You should really watch your step, sweetheart,” Logan said mockingly, before grasping my upper arm and pulling me to a standing position. His terrible body odor made me want to gag. “Did I say you could remove your blindfold?” he asked, this time his voice more of a sneer.
“Did I say you could press your nasty ass arm against mine during the car ride?”I shot back, before tugging my arm free from his grip. I struggled between wanting to keep my eyes on him and checking out our surroundings.
“She’s a feisty one!” another man said with a breathless laugh as he dragged Godfrey’s limp body towards us. “This one thought he could kick me in the balls when we tried to put the blindfold on him. Had to knock the fucker out.”
I could have choked on my heart right then and there. “Godfrey?” I called out. I saw him start to stir and wake, but Logan kept hold of me so that I couldn’t go to him. It felt more like a forced hug than a man trying to keep me in place, and I revolted against his touch.
Luis was guided out of the car next. He wore a deep-set frown and kept dragging his feet, but otherwise didn’t put up much of a fight. I wasn’t sure if he was injured during the original scuffle, or if he was just conserving his energy.
I started moving again, jerking my body in a weak attempt at breaking away from Logan. “I’d tell you to keep still,” he said in my ear, letting one hand rise to cup my breast, kneading it painfully. “But I like having you struggle.” His puffy cheeks morphed into a wide smile full of missing teeth and bad breath. I froze in place, and he chuckled again.
“Logan, you know the boss don’t put up with that shit,” someone at my back said. Logan grumbled something under his breath, but he let his hand drop away from my chest.
I was pissed at myself. I should have been strong enough to escape him. I was a fucking gymnast. I could throw my body across a mat and lift twice my weight in the air. But here, in this strange place and with this terrifying man holding me close, it felt like I was suffocating on my own bile, shaking in my shoes while my guys were manhandled, and I was aggressively groped.
“Ah, I’m just having a bit of fun. She’s a pretty young thing,” he joked before sniffing my hair.
“Stop!” I screamed, feeling full-blown panic. I was wrong before. These guys didn’t have a single ounce of decency. This wasn’t like when Rogue pushed my buttons. I felt violated, and I was scared out of my goddamned mind.
“Fuck off!” Bonham yelled, drawing my attention towards him as two men pulled him out of the car and tackled him to the ground.
“Hey!” I screamed, trying to draw their attention away from Bonham so they wouldn’t hurt him. It didn’t work.
Logan’s steel grip around my middle tightened, and then he moved to grab my hips instead, drawing me against his erection. Bile rose in my throat.
Behind me, I heard Rogue’s guttural yell that shook me to my core. “Get your fucking hands off her!”
I whirled my head around to look at him over my shoulder, and saw that he’d somehow gotten his blindfold off, but three men were trying to hold him back. He was young, but Rogue was fucking strong. All of the Heirs had their own workout regimens that they were dedicated to, and it showed.
Rogue managed to shove his shoulder into one man’s chin and knee another man in the gut, before stomping on the third man’s foot, all while having his hands bound behind his back. Logan’s hand drifted higher, touching my breast again, and I screamed out an expletive just as another man surged forward and gut punched Rogue so hard that it even took my breath away.
Wild with fear and panic, I threw my elbow into Logan’s stomach, stomped on