Abigail’s breathing became ragged, her mind racing to think of a way out of this situation. She was still thinking when Luca lowered his mouth to her neck.
“Mmm.” His hot, wet tongue licked her skin there. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
She wanted to throw up. No, what she wanted was to get as far away from the bastard as she could.
Abigail glanced over at the letter opener still fisted in her hand. It was useless unless she figured out a way to get free from his grasp.
Luca pressed his hips against hers, the bulge between his legs impossible to miss. It was long and hard, and it made her stomach churn.
It also gave her an idea.
“You really want me, Luca?” She tried to make her voice sound all low and sexy.
“Hell yes, I want you.”
Praying this crazy plan didn’t backfire, she closed her eyes and whispered, “Okay.”
He froze a half a second before pulling away to look up at her.
“Really?”
It was exactly what she’d hoped for.
“Really. Only, there’s something I need to give you first.”
His dark brows tilted inward. “What’s that?”
Abigail smiled. “This.”
As hard as she could, she rammed her knee up against his crotch, nailing her target with perfection.
The seemingly unshakable man cried out, releasing her wrist to grab himself. He bent at the waist but didn’t go down completely.
Knowing what would happen the second he recovered, Abigail didn’t waste time thinking. She simply acted.
Out of anger or fear, she wasn’t sure. Either way, in that very next moment, she felt herself jabbing the pointed edge of that letter opener into the middle of Luca’s left thigh.
“Ah!” he cried out again. “You fuckingbitch!”
Thanks to a movie she’d once seen, Abigail knew in order to deliver maximum damage, she needed to twist the weapon sideways. Wanting to make sure he knew never to come near her again, she did just that.
Luca screamed and fell, his blood pouring from the wound as the momentum of his fall pulled his leg free from the makeshift knife.
She looked down at the man writhing in pain. He rocked back and forth as he squeezed the wound with both hands.
Her gaze fell onto her own hand. The one still holding the letter opener. Her fingers were covered in Luca’s blood, but she wasn’t as horrified as she would have expected.
In fact, Abigail felt satisfied, as though her actions had been totally justified.
Setting the bloody opener back onto her uncle’s desk, she calmly stepped around Luca and went to go find her uncle. Despite what Luca had told her, she believed her uncle would be proud of what she’d done.
He’d take care of Luca, of course, but then he’d do exactly as she needed him to. He’d start trusting her more. Believe she had taken what he’d said earlier that day to heart. That she had accepted that this was the type of thing her family did.
That this was who she was.
As she made her way up the stairs, the sound of Luca’s screams for her to come back and help traveled down the elaborate hallway. In that moment, Abigail realized one thing her uncle had saidwastrue.
Some people did deserve to die.
