Page 89 of The Pilot


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“I had a feeling you might not be able to find your way to my hotel.”Frank Bonito sneers.“Get in and I’ll give you a ride.”

No, no, no, no, no.

“I, ah, I, can’t.I have someone picking me up.”I clamber and try to get around him.

He nods and a big security looking guy opens the door to a large Maybeck, and I’m shoved inside the vehicle.

“What are you doing?”I cry, kicking as the door closes.I try the handle, but it’s locked.

“Just do as you're told.”Frank looks calm as hell, powerful and unruffled as he sits with his legs wide.“If you make a scene, do you really think they’re going to hire you?”

“Me?You’re the one who is in the wrong here!”I say, trying the locked handle again and again.

“Start flapping your lips about the Me-Too movement, and trust me, no one is even going to ask you to take out the trash here at Warners.”He laughs.

Is he right?

I have no reputation to prop me up.

Anyone who’s been in the industry for more than a day knows how things work around here.There might’ve been some progress after the Me-Too movement, but the control factor due to wealth and power is well entrenched.

As a newcomer in this town, I’d be shut down and tarnished if I got out of the car and started screaming.

But I will not let him rape me.

I grapple with my bag to get my phone, and Frank rips it out of my hand and slaps me.

“You are not touching me again, you fucking asshole.Let me out.This is kidnapping.”The vehicle starts moving and panic completely consumes me.“Let me out!”

I kick him, but he grabs my leg and plunges his hand between them, cupping my sex.

I freeze.

“Stop.I can make this very painful, or you can behave.”

I spit in his face.

He slaps me again, much harder.I see stars, my head spinning as pain slices through my skull.

The speed of the vehicle increases as my panties are shoved aside and I feel my body lifted.Frank leans down and his mouth is on me.I keep fighting, smacking his head and thrusting my legs about.

“Little bitch!”He hisses.“Drive faster!”

I grab my head because the pain is intense, and Frank rips off his tie and loops it around my wrists.“No more fighting me.”

Panting, I stare at the monster before me.

How dare he think he can do this to me?

Liam would kill him if he were here.That thought empowers me.I need to calm down.If I can get to my phone or find a way to escape, that would be better.Fighting him is just going to keep restricting my options.

He notices my change immediately and smiles.

“Good.Perhaps we can start enjoying this now.”

Motherfucker.

“Spread your legs and keep your mouth closed.”