“Roxanne, you’re safe. No one’s gonna harm you,” he
“Roxanne, you’re safe. No one’s gonna harm you,” he said.
“Talk to me,” I said, louder and slightly more hysterical this time.
He sighed. “Got word before I came into the bedroom.
Jimmy got one of those boys to talk. Flynn got away from them.”
Good God.
My body jerked and Hank’s arm went around me, pul ing me into him.
“No one’s gonna harm you,” he repeated.
“Hank, he knows where you live. I have to get out of here.”
“Roxanne, listen to me.”
I started squirming, total y panicked, trying to escape.
“Roxanne, dammit,” he swore, but I didn’t quit struggling.
He dropped to his side and rol ed me into him, wrapping his arms around me, pinning mine to my body and he tossed a heavy thigh over mine. He was so strong, resistance was futile so I stil ed.
“He hurt me,” I told Hank’s neck.
“I know.”
“He’l do it again.”
“No he won’t.”
I lay there breathing heavily more from anxiety than my struggles.
“I’m scared,” I admitted and it took everything I had left to do it.
Hank’s arms and leg tightened. “I know.”
After a few minutes of internal struggle, I relaxed into him After a few minutes of internal struggle, I relaxed into him and he let go, reached out and turned off the light. Then he fel to his back, me partial y on top, partial y in his side, keeping one arm around me.
I tried to keep my mind quiet. Luckily I was exhausted so it worked. I’d think about it tomorrow. Or not at al . I was thinking not at al sounded good.
“I’m not your woman,” I said, drowsy.
“You are,” he returned.
Jeez.
There real y was no shaking this guy.
“I’l die. I’l go with Bil y. I’l do whatever so no one gets hurt,” I promised.
“It won’t come to that,” he gave me a promise in return
“I want my car,” I went on, stubborn.
“We’l talk about it tomorrow night.”