Page 49 of Heart of Sin
He senses my panic and grunts out a laugh. “Don’t worry. You’re gonna get your wish. Nobody’s gonna be around. It’s gonna be just me and you. Then just me.”
What’s about to happen fully unloads on me. He’s going to kill me and dump my body somewhere in the desert. No one will ever find me. No one will probably even bother looking…
Maybe Falynn or Louis. But I’ve been so distant lately, they might just let it go and assume I’ve ghosted them.
The panic inside me begins to grow.
“When I get back home, I’ll show Zara the ropes. Start her off small. She’s a beautiful girl, just like you at that age. She’ll make me a lot of bread.”
The panic grows and grows until it has nowhere else to go inside me—along with the frustration and anger and fear, it fucking snaps.
I scream. I release my seatbelt and spring forward in my seat, attacking D. My nails sink into his face, and I curl a fist that punches him in his nose.
Our SUV swings left and right at the same fast speed. D’s foot is still on the gas even as I attack him and he holds up an arm to block me. I get a couple more hits in, drawing blood and ripping skin with my long nails, before he retaliates.
One hit is all it takes. D’s giant, heavy fist connects with my temple, and I’m out cold.
I cough up dust and dirt waking up. My body aches and screams in pain as sharp rocks pierce and poke at me. I’m lying on my back. My legs are midair in front of me, my ankles gripped tightly by two powerful hands.
Above, the sun hangs high up in the sky, blinding me.
I’m on the ground. I’m beingdragged.
The sickening situation takes a second for me to process. D’s dragging me like I’m already a dead body in need of disposal. He doesn’t give a fuck as he drags me over sharp rocks and cactus needles on the dusty desert floor.
He doesn’t give a shit that I’ve swallowed dirt and that I’m bleeding.
As far as this fucker is concerned, I’m already dead.
After all the money I’ve made him. After all the times I let strangers use my body for him. After all the times I believed he really loved me and actually cared… back when I was young and naive as hell.
I’d break down in tears if I wasn’t so hot.
How fucking dare he?! The motherfucking audacity is next level.
I grit my teeth, my will to survive returning in a flame of anger. I growl and wrench my legs out of his hold. Before he has a chance to react, I kick as hard as I can at his balls.
Repeatedly.
I kick as hard as I can, hoping I’m breaking his dick. That I’m permanently damaging it and his balls so badly, they’ll never work again.
He goes cross-eyed and cups his groin area, dropping to his knees in pain.
My body protests with its own dose of aches and pains as I push myself up to my feet and run. But there’s no time to stop and think about how much I’m hurting. I’ll worry about that later.
First things first, I need to get the hell away from D.
The SUV is only twenty feet off, the doors hanging open. If I have any luck, he’s left the keys in the ignition—
The loud bang of D’s NAME OF GUN HERE goes off.
“Shit!” I shout, covering my head with my arms. I crouch low as he fires several warning shots.
“Stay where you are, bitch.”
Rocks crunch under his feet as he takes angry steps toward me. “You really think you’re gonna play me? Just for that, you’re bleeding out slow. I’m gonna make it last. Get on your knees.”
He clamps a heavy hand onto my shoulder and shoves me down. The metal barrel presses into the side of my ribcage and I wince, shuddering out a breath.