“Exactly. That’s the spirit,” he says. “Now, just be a good girl and don’t make too much of a fuss, and I promise this won’t hurt.”
A raw, primal scream bursts from my mouth and echoes around the cavernous warehouse. Cole simply laughs. My stomach churns, and my heart beats a staccato rhythm in my chest. I have never felt so utterly powerless before in all my life. He unzips and releases his scrawny dick. He approaches me holding his semi-erect dick. I focus on his wild eyes and the crazed grin on his pig lips. He waves his dick in front of my face, and I ready my teeth to take a good chunk of it if he comes any closer. I lick my lips hoping he is stupid enough to give me the chance to feast on his little manhood. He dances around behind me and grabs my breats, one in each hand. He squeezes, and pinches hard on my nipples. I shout and try to bite into one of his arms. He stands in front of me, lifts a foot and kicks it hard into my crotch. My pubic bone takes the blow.
I’m defenceless.
Suddenly we both hear a muffled scream outside and a loud pop that sounds like a gunshot. His eyes flick to the doorway, and an expression of concern crosses his features.
“What the fuck?” he mutters.
All of a sudden, the door is torn open and one of his men staggers in, face bloody, limping and scrabbling across the floor. He collapses in a heap and is still. Cole’s eyes grow wider, his face etched with uncertainty. His dick falls even limper in his hand.
“What the fuck?” he squeals.
I crane my neck, trying to see what he’s staring at. I hear and feel the heavy thump of footsteps approaching. Cole takes a step back, a look of absolute horror dawning on his face.
“Back the fuck away from her. Now!”
My heart lifts at the sound of Burke’s voice. I crane my neck and see him stepping into view, and new tears, these of relief and joy, wet my cheeks. Burke steps forward, his gun pointed directly at Cole and a look of pure malevolence on his face. He stops and cuts a quick glance down at me.
“Are you okay?”
I nod. “I’m okay.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“No. You got here just in time.”
Relief floods Burke’s face. But that one moment of distraction is all Cole needs, and he launches himself at Burke. He drives his shoulder into Burke’s midsection, and a shot rings out.
Terrified that Burke is hit, I struggle and strain to see, but the zip ties hold me fast. And the chair is fastened to the floor.
“Motherfucker,” I hear Burke growl somewhere behind me.
Cole comes stumbling by me, moving backward and pinwheeling his arms. Burke is on him in a heartbeat, grabbing him by the front of the shirt and delivering a punch that snaps his head backward. Blood flies, and Cole stumbles backward again, then falls hard on his backside. No bounce.
Burke turns and looks at me, but I notice Cole reaching under his jacket.
“Burke!”
Burke turns and strides forward, delivering a vicious kick to the side of Cole’s head. Cole’s eyes roll back, and he slumps. He’s unconscious before he hits the ground. Burke steps forward and quickly pulls out the gun hidden beneath Cole’s jacket. He tosses it away. He turns back and pulls a knife from his pocket, then cuts my zip ties loose.
He pulls me gently to my feet and wraps me in a warm, tight embrace. I melt into him, and the emotion of what happened overwhelms me. I bury my face in his chest and sob uncontrollably. Burke just holds me and strokes my hair.
“You’re safe now,” he says. “You’re all right.”
The sound of more footsteps fills the warehouse, and I turn to see an army of men in uniform pouring through the door. A tall man in a suit with a stern expression on his face quickly walksover to us. He studies me for a moment, then Burke. A pair of uniformed cops put the unconscious Cole in handcuffs.
“Are you all right?” he asks.
I nod. “I am.”
“Good. That’s good to hear,” he says. “We’re going to need your statement.”
“Of course,” I say, my voice shaky.
“This is Curtis. You can trust him,” Burke says, then turns to his friend. “Thanks for letting me come in first.”
“Glad you didn’t get shot.”
