“So you’re not taking a turn, eh?” Tony asks.
“Nah, I want to, but I was just thinking.”
Bosco scoffs. “You’re not paid to think, you’re paid to do what I say. And right now? I’m telling you to guard the door and shut the fuck up.”
The entire exchange removed me from their focus and has given me an opportunity to inch my way up the bed. It was an excruciatingly slow process, but I’m close enough that my finger’s graze the knife’s handle when I minutely extend my arm.
And now I wait.
Watching Bosco take off his belt, followed by his pants, has my stomach roiling and nausea rising. It’s nearly impossible to lie still while hearing the sounds of him removing his clothing and seeing him look at me with such perverted lust. The only thing that keeps me from launching my attack pre-maturely is the thought of survival.
If I can’t get access to his gun, I don’t have a chance. And he needs to be close for that to happen.
I swallow down the bile that rises to my throat when he gets on the bed and crawls along my body. His sour breath hits me in the face and I groan as though coming to, using that action to reach a little further up.
He slaps me so hard that stars enter my vision. “Wake up.”
Tony laughs. “Bosco, you can’t smack the shit out of her and expect her to wake up.”
He turns his head to look over his shoulder. “Mind your business, asshole.”
That blessed distraction is all I need.
Gripping the handle of the knife, I don’t hesitate. The blade cuts through the small distance between me and my attacker to pierce his skin just above his collarbone. Blood sprays us both and his bellow of pain makes my ears ring. But I don’t need to hear to kill him.
I yank back the weapon, intending on stabbing him again, but he blocks my strike. Bosco pins my wrist to the bed, squeezing it until my arm goes numb and my fingers lose their grip on the knife. With his other hand, he staunches the blood flowing from his neck wound.
“Hold her down,” he barks. “The bitch stabbed me.”
Tony already has a gun pointed at my face before the blood rushes back to my fingers and Bosco gets off the bed and stumbles toward the bathroom sink. I swallow deep as I stare down the barrel of the firearm and my mind goes blank.
“You’re a sneaky bitch,” Tony says. He takes the knife out of my reach and my attempt to grab it is little more than a hand twitch.
Then the doorbell rings.
It’s such a simple, normal everyday occurrence. Yet, hearing it in the midst of my life being threatened, the ordinary sound triggers a displaced amusement that quickly turns hysterical.
I laugh like a maniac.
Until Tony pistol whips me and I go unconscious.
Rafael
Sometime earlier…
The vehicle speeds down the roads, but it’s still not fast enough for me. I need to find Carina and until that happens, time is my enemy.
Why did she leave?
Ever since I discovered she was gone, I ran through every word exchanged between us, and every interaction we’ve had up until this point. Nothing that could’ve seriously upset her comes to mind. I may compare her to an ice queen and she may appear that way, but inside Carina is a sexual goddess that needs to be worshipped.
I’ve done that and will continue to do so.
But only after I teach her a lesson. One she will never forget.
With every second that passes, my temper rises until I’m seething. An array of images bombard my mind, ranging from choking her to spanking her ass, yet those thoughts—however satisfying—don’t quite rid me of the tightness in my chest. The longer she’s alone, the more likely she’s in danger. This line of thinking only exacerbates my ire.
I should be worried she reneged on our deal and decided to take the information about her father elsewhere. I should be concerned she’s a mole sent to uncover my confidential information. Or at the very least, I should consider the fact she’s using me. But none of that matters.
