Then he licks his thumb and presses it against my split lip. Pain flares bright and bold, but I hold in my cry. He pulls his thumb back, looks at the blood and then sucks it into his mouth.
“You taste good.” he murmurs, eyes flaring.
My stomach twists and I have to fight to keep the bile down.
“Tell me Rebecca, do you like it rough?” he asks.
My heart is pounding. I know I need to get out, I need to get awaynow. I switch my work bag to the arm that has the backpack slung over it. I don’t let the fear show, instead I lean closer.
Just slightly, just enough, saying, “Come here.”
His eyes light up as he steps closer, close enough that I can smell the whiskey on his breath. I lift my empty hand slowly, trying my best for a coy smile. I rest it on his shoulder, batting my lashes at him and then drive my knee up as hard as I can.
The impact is brutal, and he folds instantly. But I won't stop. This is my only shot. My hand moves to the back of his head and I push down as I raise my knee again and it catches him square in the nose.
Blood explodes down his face, across my jeans and I shove him aside. He falls into two of the other brothers. I turn, twisting out of grabbing hands and run.
“Grab her!” I hear, but I don't stop.
Chairs crash behind me. Boots pounding. I grab at anything I can as I pass it and pull it behind me trying to slow down whoever is behind me. I almost fall when a table I knocked over hits the back of my leg. I stumble, but somehow manage to keep myself upright.
I hear someone asking Razor if he ok and he roars, “Get your fucking hands off me. Get Her…”
I slam through the front door and burst outside. The night air hits my lungs and I suck in a ragged breath.
I hear crashing behind me as the door swings open and closed, I keep moving… I can’t stop… I…
“Run, bitch!” Razor’s voice roars behind me. “If I ever see your face in this territory again…”
I reach my car and my hands are shaking.
“If I catch you…”
Keys.Where the fuck are my keys.
“...you’re dead!”
I find them and jerk the door open. I don't slow or look behind me as I throw the bags in.
“And if you try to talk to anyone?” Razor continues.
I freeze for half a second.
“Remember who I work with.” His voice drops lower. “I’ll sell you to people who’ll make you wish you’d never been born.”
Cold terror slides down my spine as I slide into the driver seat.
“Run, Rebecca.” He laughs.
The engine roars to life.
“Because if I find you…”
I slam the car into gear.
“... You’re mine.”
The tires spit gravel as I tear toward the gate.