Shit. I have to believe that, which means I have to make sure Ian can’t take me anywhere.
“I’m not going anywhere with you!” I yell, and his eyes darken, his stare lethal.
“Yes, you fucking are. You have to pay for what you did to Donny. And I’ll take that payment with your cunt, your mouth, and your fucking tight arse.”
My chest is rising and falling too quickly. I need to calm the hell down. I’ve been in situations like this before, even with this very man.
He raped me before. At the chapel. I can’t bear to go through that again. But I don’t want to be the victim here. Last time we saw each other, I was the one hunting him.
But shit, I was different then. A different version of myself who lived in a world that Bobbi didn’t exist in. A world that she’d died in. A world far different from the world I live in now.
I’m not the same person.
He takes a step forward, and I immediately notice his limp, and shit, my lips slowly spread wide as I remember slicing the knife across the back of his ankle.
“Why the fuck are you smiling?” he snaps, and I feel the old me that has been hovering in the background as she steps back into my skin.
“Does it still hurt?” I pout, mocking him, and his old ugly face turns beet red.
“You think it’s funny? I have to work behind a desk now!”
“Ohh, poor Officer Allen,” I tease. “I guess it’s better than being dead like Donny.”
“You shut up, you fucking whore!”
I shrug, shifting along the bench a little, hoping to subtly move closer to my phone.
“Stop. Please. I’m sorry.”I whine in a mocking tone, saying the words Donny said when I caught up with him at the airfield. “P-please I’ll d-do anything.”
I deliberately stutter the same way Donny did, and Ian launches himself at me.
I dodge him, lurching towards my phone, but he grabs me from behind, dragging me backwards, and my fingers skim the dangling leathers as I go down to the tiled floor.
“You fucking slut. You’ll pay for what you did to him!” he yells, and I inwardly grin, because if he’s yelling, then someone might hear and get help.
I claw at the tiles as I’m dragged across them on my stomach, but I keep talking. Keep poking the bear.
“When I shot his shoulders, he howled like a FUCKING PUSSY!” I scream.“P-please… s-stop…”I mock, and Ian shoves me over, onto my back, settling his heavy weight over my pelvis and legs, despite the way I flail.
“You vicious cunt! I know what you did. I was there!”
I grin up at him, ceasing my attempt to get free.
“Oh, that’s right. You were. But you stood back and watched, didn’t you?” I curl my lip at him. “Did you like the part where I gave him a taste of his own medicine?”
“Shut up, bitch!” He backhands me, the sting across my face just helping me to sink further into my monster.
“He deep throated that gun so well before I blew his brains out,” I say sweetly, and he snaps.
Fisting each side of my head, he slams it back to the tiles, and I instantly see stars as pain bursts through my skull.
A strangled scream rips from me right as the wail of my ringtone starts to echo through the room, but Ian ignores it, wrapping his hand around my throat and squeezing.
I claw at the side of his face as I start to panic, but remember the best thing I can do is not panic, so I try really hard to calm the hell down as I choke and feel like I’m going to suffocate.
“My Donny didn’t deserve to die like that!” he yells, squeezing tighter, and well… I guess he’s decided just to kill me and not take me with him.
Perhaps poking the bear was the wrong thing to do.
