“Fuck,” he cursed as he glanced at me.
“Wait here. Don’t go anywhere or talk to anyone. Understand?”
I nodded, aware that Lucas wasdangerous. I wasn’t sure how I knew that; I justdid.As I watched him walk away, he pushed his shirt sleeves up, revealing heavily tattooed arms.
Oh, my fucking Jesus.
Lucas left the room, and I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I gazed around the kitchen when I heard a voice from behind me.
“Well, well,youmust be new.”
I turned to meet the lustful gaze of a broad man sipping from a beer bottle as he studied me. He wore a thin white t-shirt over jeans, and I noticed the teardrops tattooed under his eyes.
Doesn’t that mean they’d been in jail or something?
I racked my brains as I tried to remember something Caleb had said about it not so long ago.
“What are you looking at, baby?”
He circled me, and I gulped.
“Nothing.” I folded my arms.
“How much?” he rasped in my ear, the putrid smell of his breath making my stomach turn.
“I’mnota fucking whore,” I said in disbelief, moving away.
Slamming his beer bottle on the side, he rubbed his dick, making bile rise in my throat.
“You’reallfucking whores, paid or otherwise.”
He grabbed my wrist, and I kneed him in his balls, making him howl before he pinned me to the wall. He slapped my face hard, and I froze in shock.
“I’ll fucking teach you,bitch.”
“No!” I tried to cry out as he clamped his hand over my mouth, his knees forcing my legs apart as I struggled against him.
Suddenly he released me, and I fell to the floor without his death-like grip.
I peeked up to see him cowering on the floor as Lucas Deacon stood in front of him.
“You like to rape beautiful women inmyhome?” Lucas said with a growl, striding towards him as he shook his head.
“I thought—”
“Shut yourfuckingmouth. There isnoexcuse for what you just tried to do.”
Lucas crouched over him, sliding his hand into the man’s back pocket, pulling out a penknife.
I stood up, my knees trembling as I held onto the kitchen counter. My ears rang from my attacker’s slap, and I realized I was crying.
Lucas turned to look at me, a look of rage falling over his face as he studied me.
“He touched you?”
I didn’t answer as Lucas gazed at my dress that I tried to pull down.
“Answer me!” Lucas demanded as two men appeared from the doorway he had walked in from.
