Her skin goes pale, wet with tears. She shakes her head.
Bobby laughs. “Robbery... andrape.”
Just then, his pinky finger slips beneath her shorts.
Rubbing.
Right over her panties.
Over her.
Mine.
Rage ignites behind my eyes. I can’t stop myself and thrash. Twist. Yell against the choke, but no sound comes out.
I’m pistol-whipped. Fist to the face. Boot to the ribs. Pain blinds me and the wire burns my neck worse.
“Calm down, bro,” Bobby says, grinning. “I ain’t gonna tell heryouwent away for the same thing... Oh! Shit. Guess I let that slip!”
Charlotte’s eyes lock with mine.
I can’t breathe. Can’t speak. Can’t lie.
Bobby’s hand yanks down her neckline with force. Her breasts spill out.
My heart stops.
My girl. They keep exposing her. Touching her. Taking her further from me.
This.
This is my nightmare. One of the many reasons I should have never indulged.
She tries to hide her chest, slip them back into her bra, but Bobby jams the gun straight into her mouth, the heavy barrel scraping her teeth.
I thrash more, desperate to save her. My pulse thrums against my eardrums. A baseball batcracks, hitting my arm, surely breaking it. The wire cuts deeper, and my face burns hot.
Charlotte sobs, but her voice is muffled by the gun.
The bastard missing two fingers strides to her and yanks on her shorts. She struggles the best she can with a gun deep in her mouth, but in seconds, the bottom half of her is naked.
I keep throwing elbows, grappling, trying anything to reach them. I get a few kicks in, but nothing works.
He spreads her legs, his dick out.
Bobby inhales deeply through his nose as he rubs the inside of her thigh. “Smells like good pussy to me. I think Grayson was lying. Imagine that. Grayson’s a liar!”
They laugh, but I’m deaf, watching in horror as the other’s disgusting prick nears her entrance.
Thud, thud, thud.
From the stairs — footsteps.
Atticus. Tall, muscles flexed.
He holds a fucking sword, his yellow hair wild. He’s serious and charges, blade pointed. Straight towards Bobby.
Chapter 14
