Page 102 of Precious Legacy
“Come on,” she groans, dragging me onto the dance floor. “Forget about this week and just dance!”
I laugh at her as she wiggles her ass in her bright green dress that clings to her figure. She’s so carefree and full of energy, beautiful inside and out. But what I love the most about her is that she has this way of pulling me out of whatever mood I’m in, distracting me from whatever is running through my mind.
Throwing her hands up in the air, she tosses her long brown hair over her shoulder and moves to the music. We jump around on the dance floor like complete idiots, swinging our arms and swaying our bodies. The soundtrack ‘Without Me’ by Eminem climbs the walls around us, and we go crazy. We laugh and joke, spinning each other around until we’re nauseous and giddy. Our faces and feet ache, but we don’t stop until we’re a sweating mess of hair and heels.
By the time the club is closing, the effects of our heavily alcohol-filled night are in full swing. We stagger outside, singing along to the last track that played before we were all kicked out and hail a taxi. It’s not long before we’re on our way back to my apartment, belting out ‘Mr. Brightside’, even though there’s no music playing in the cab.
We reach my apartment with croaky voices and smiles on our lips. I can honestly say that Haven’s attempt to distract me has worked, because I’ve long since forgotten about the weird ass week I’ve had.
I pay the driver as Haven jumps out onto the sidewalk, singing her own rendition of Britney Spears, ‘One More Time’. She’s not staying at my place, but clearly she’s too drunk to realize that.
“Get back!” I laugh, dragging her toward the cab. She giggles as I clip her seatbelt in, telling the driver where to take her.
The car is barely at the end of the street when my phone rings, Roman’s name flashing on the screen, and for somereason, my heart skips a happy leap. It’s been doing that a lot recently, and I’m still trying to ignore my true feelings for him. After everything that’s happened, I’m hesitant to say those three words back to him.
Though right now, the alcohol swimming through my system would probably argue with that, because the smile curling my lips as I press ‘answer’ says everything.
“Roman,” I sing as I stumble up to my apartment.
“You sound drunk,” he grumbles, but I can hear the playfulness in his tone.
Gripping the metal railing, I pull myself up the flight of stairs. “I amdefinitelydrunk,” I laugh.
He chuckles back a deep and sexy laugh that goes straight to my pussy.How does he do that?
“Are you mad?” Pulling my keys from my clutch, I push it through the lock and twist.
“I will be if you’re not naked by the time I get to you.”
My pussy throbs with the promise underscoring his words. I chew on my lip as I think about how he’ll punish me if I don’t obey, and I have to say I’m more than excited. Perhaps he’ll brand my other thigh with his second initial, or maybe leave his mark somewhere else? I don’t know why the thought of his initials carved into my skin makes me hot and horny—nobody said love has to make sense—but it does. “Then I better do as I’m told,” I whisper seductively. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Soon,” he promises before hanging up.
Unlocking my door, I trip into the pitch black, frowning to myself as I reach for the light switch. I always leave a light on for this exact reason, and I’m struggling to find my way through the dark. Only the flickering bulbs outside my apartment guide me, but they’re pathetic and dull.
Then it hits me.
I freeze as an awareness washes over me like a sixth sense. I don’t exactly know what it is, but the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in warning.
I’ve barely recognized it when pain explodes in my head, forcing me to drop to the floor with a loud thud. I groan as I feel my way through my apartment.What the fuck is happening?But everything is dark, and the sparks crossing over my vision are making me nauseous.
The door slams behind me before I’m immediately doused in light. It’s so harsh that my head throbs and my eyes squint to make out what the fuck is going on. The room is tilted though, and for some reason, I can’t manage to push myself upright. My pulse pounds in my ears, my sweaty palms dragging across the floor before a boot connects with my ribs.
I scream out, but the sound gets caught when metal is forced into my mouth. The smell of musty aftershave mixed with the tang of metal burns my nose. I wince through the erratic breaths that seem to sear through my lungs as fear warps me.
Slowly, my vision returns, but it’s not the clarity I was hoping for. As soon as my eyes land on my attacker, I know it’ll be on me to get out of this situation.
“Your boyfriend’s not here to save you this time,” Prescott sneers.
My pulse continues to race, my mouth going dry. I try to form the words to respond, but they’re stuck in my throat, along with his gun. Roman might be on his way, but I don’t know how long he’ll be.
Shoving Prescott’s gun away, I scowl up at him from where I’m sprawled across the floor. “What… are.. you… doing here?” I rasp through shaky breaths.
Gripping my hair, he yanks me to my knees. The sting of pain ripples over my scalp as he tears strands from it. He leans down to my face as his lips curl with malicious intent. There’s somuch venom in his glare that I can feel it sobering me up. Even with a patch over his eye, Prescott doesn’t look like someone I want to test boundaries with right now. “Payback.”
I don’t have time to register his words, because what happens next literally knocks me sideways. It’s a blur of rage and agony as Prescott lunges for me. His fist hits my face once, twice, before he pins me beneath his body. Blood fills my mouth as I try to block the blows, but the alcohol still running through my body makes my movements sloppy.
“Such a shame,” he snarls, pinning me beneath him. “You were my best student.”
