If it came to that, I’d take Colter’s knife and take myself out first.
If they wanted to gang-rape me, they’d have to do it with my corpse.
I managed to get an arm free, throwing out my arm, and clawing my nails down one of the guy’s faces.
He snarled.
But as my thumb found his eye and scooped, he screamed and dropped me, stumbling back as he clutched his face, blood seeping between his fingers.
“Fucking bitch,” the man carrying me snarled, dropping me without warning.
My whole body cracked against the cement floor, a million points of pain ricocheting up my body at once.
He leaned down, grabbing the front of my shirt, yanking me up, then landing a blow so hard to my cheek that my vision flashed.
But I managed to stay awake and scramble back as he grabbed his friend and rushed out of the room.
He might live.
But he’d have an empty socket where his eye used to be.
That fact brought me a sick kind of pleasure.
At least if I had to die, I made some of these bastards hurt first.
The door swung closed but didn’t latch.
I pushed up to my knees, my stomach leaping at my luck.
It burst open again a second later, though, knocking hard against the wall.
Then there he was.
Roach.
With his beady-ass eyes and disgusting dirty hair.
What was with these guys and not bathing?
“Well, well, well. She returns home after all,” Roach said, shooting me a slimy smile.
He didn’t bother to close the door behind him.
And I saw her move into the doorway, her big, blocky head tilted to the side, confused by my appearance inside the clubhouse instead of in the bushes where she knew she could find me and some much-needed food.
Her nose sniffed the air, likely scenting the chicken treats that were still shoved in my back pocket.
“Not for the first time,” I told Roach, pleased at the flicker of uncertainty across his face. “We’ve been watching you for weeks. Sad that you didn’t notice all the cameras. There are like a dozen of them. Stupid fucks.”
Another shadow moved in behind him.
The male dog, equally interested.
They both stepped forward, spreading out to either side of Roach.
Roach felt them at his sides, and a wicked smile pulled at his lips, likely thinking that the dogs would scare me.
He might be their owner.
