Nodding, I agreed. “I promise.” He couldn’t see my fingers crossed where they were tied behind my back.
Carson started with my ankles, and I reminded myself not to be hasty—I needed all four of my appendages freed before I made a move. I rolled them once the ropes were untied and winced against the lingering rope burn I felt. Moving behind me, Carson deftly undid the tie holding my hands together.
Not letting me get far with my newfound freedom, Carson clamped a hand down on my upper arm so tightly that I cried out in pain. Half dragging me on cramped legs to the corner of theroom, he let go suddenly, causing me to stumble as he tossed the disgusting scrap of cloth in my direction.
I allowed it to float to the floor as I squatted over the bucket, reaching under my skirt, pretending to remove a tampon. Keeping one hand up my dress, I leaned with the other toward the rag, which was just out of reach, huffing out an exaggerated breath of frustration. “Can’t seem to reach it.”
“What now?” Leo’s annoyance was evident in his tone.
“The rag is too far. I’d grab it myself, but my flow is really heavy today, and I’m afraid I’ll get blood on the floor.”
Sighing heavily, he barked, “Carson, hand her the rag. Fucking disgusting.”
Carson eyed Leo but obeyed his command, stepping closer and bending down to grab the rag before reaching out to hand it to me. Using all the leverage I had in my bent legs, I lunged at his face with my elbow. The force of the impact with his nose vibrated down my arm, as I heard a satisfying crunching sound as a result.
“You little bitch!” He screamed in pain as he clutched at the blood running down his face.
Bolting for the door while he was distracted, I didn’t make it far. A hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me back violently enough that I feared my neck might snap. I had to fight the urge to gag as he gripped my breast painfully, his breath hot in my ear, as he spoke roughly, “You might think that a little blood will stop me from violating this body, but you have two other perfectly good holes I can use. There won’t be anything left for Colt by the time I’m done with you.”
Using his grip on my hair, he turned me forcefully to face him, and I saw the truth of his words in his cold, dead eyes. Terrified out of my mind, the only thing left to do was fight until I couldn’t anymore. Gritting my teeth, I raised my foot and stomped on hiswith the sharp point of my heel, causing him to shove me away from him.
Unfortunately, the force knocked me right onto my ass, and before I could scramble to my feet, his large body was on top of mine. Rearing back a hand, he landed a punch right to my jaw, and I swore I saw stars.
Fuck, that shit hurt.
How did men get in fistfights and not call it quits after the first punch?
Carson took advantage of my stunned state, and I heard the ripping of fabric over the rising psychotic laughter from Leo’s mouth as he watched on in amusement. Coming to my senses, I realized my hands were free because he couldn’t restrain me while his hands were occupied tearing my dress, so I clawed at his face, trying to gouge out his eyes.
His screams filled the small space, and he shoved a knee between my thighs to hold them open as he gripped my wrists in one of his large, beefy hands. The other went to his belt, and I heard it jangling as he unbuckled it, along with the sound of his zipper lowering. As soon as I was confident his dick was out, I brought my knee up as hard as I could, and I must have hit the mark because he yelped in pain, grabbing himself with both hands, thus freeing mine.
I tried to turn onto my stomach and crawl out from beneath him, but his weight held me down—I was trapped.
Snarling, Carson attempted to mount me again, and I opened my mouth as I extended my neck, hoping I could get my mouth close enough to bite something off, but it was useless.
Grunting, he tossed over his shoulder, “You didn’t warn me she was a fucking feral cat.”
“Does it matter? Finish up, so you can hold her down and I can take a turn,” Leo called back.
My stomach lurched. He was still my half-brother, and the idea of him violating me was sickening.
Deciding to use that, I pictured the vile act, willing myself to puke on Carson to get him off me, when there was an ear-splitting bang, and wetness splashed on my face. I couldn’t stop the scream that left my mouth as the weight of Carson’s heavy body crashed atop mine.
Another loud bang rang out, and I realized it was a gunshot.
Who was shooting? Was it Leo? Was Colt back?
“You son of a bitch!” Leo screamed in agony, and I could turn my head just enough to see him crumpled on the cold stone floor, gripping his knee as a blossom of red spread beneath his palms.
That’s when Liam came into view, and I nearly wept with relief as he stood over Leo and landed a perfect hit to his temple, knocking him out.
Carson’s weight pressed on my chest, and I couldn’t expand my lungs enough to draw air. Struggling, I pushed my hands against him, but he was immovable, and my vision began to close in.
This can’t be how this ends. Crushed to death after I’ve been rescued.
Gasping, my lungs burned with the need to draw air. Just when I was about to give up hope, the weight was removed, and I gulped in huge breaths of air as my vision swam.
“Lucy! Oh my God. Lucy!” I felt rather than saw Liam pull me into his arms. I wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline crash or the lack of oxygen, but that was the last thing I heard before I passed out.
