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Okay, now they were really hurting me.

“I’ll just bring her in there for a little bit. I wanna see what she’s got under there,” the other guy sneered in an unnerving way as he tried to lift up my hoodie.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Let’s stick to the plan. Do you understand that you don’t make the decisions?”

What plan?

Their eyes lit up when two blinding lights lit up the deserted street.

The two of them didn’t seem scared or disappointed when they recognized James’s Mustang.

Oh no, don’t tell me that this is what they were trying to do. Was it a trap? James hit the brakes, and I smelled a pungent burning odor release in the air. The two laughed in unison as soon as James bolted out of his car. His hair was messy, and he was sweaty. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt. He looked like he’d jumped into the car without even thinking.

“Calm down, knight in shining armor. There’s no rush,” said Tom, stopping James with a gesture.

“The damsel isn’t in distress,” sneered Austin. “Well, not yet.”

James didn’t even look at him; he was staring at me with his dark eyes.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. Austin tightened his grip on me. He squeezed me against his swollen chest while he dragged the ice-cold blade across my throat, making my heart skip a beat.

James took two steps forward, then lifted his hands in surrender.

“See how easy that was, Tom? Was I right or not?”

“Yeah, bro,” the other mumbled.

“We had our doubts, and now they’ve been resolved.”

I couldn’t believe it. I’d just made James fall into those two thugs’ stupid trap.

“What do you want from her?” James asked.

“Know your enemy’s weaknesses, and you’ve already won,” Austin said. James’s face looked stunned.

“What the fuck do you want from her?!” he shouted, this time more angrily.

“Easy, I don’t want anything from her, bro.” Tom kept laughing like a hyena.

“Let’s see how baby Edward behaves later and maybe we’ll leave your girlfriend alone.”

My assailant’s voice made me jump. Maybe because he didn’t show any signs of taking the damn blade away from my throat.

“I don’t give a flying fuck about her. You could let her go or do whatever you want to her!” snarled James defiantly.

I felt my heart stop. Then Austin laughed sadistically.

“Oh really? Even if I do this?”

He held me still with his arm around my hips while he slipped a hand under my hoodie.

“No!” James’s exclamation made them both laugh. “Tell me what I have to do to make you fucking stop.”

The cold knife rubbed against the warm skin on my stomach. I closed my eyes, terrified when I felt the sharp tip slide up and worm its way under my bra.