It looked like everyone in the bar was fighting. She’d never seen anything like it.
And, yeah, maybe she’d lead a sheltered life. But still, surely most people went their entire life without seeing a forty -person brawl?
Something came flying toward her and she ducked with a squeal.
“Woman! Get out of here, now!”
Addie glanced over to see an extremely gorgeous man step out of the fray and point behind her. What?
She didn’t understand.
“Go, now!” Coming closer, he grabbed her shoulders and turned her.
Addie wanted to protest, to ask him what the heck he was doing, but that was brave Addie.
And, unfortunately, she was imaginary.
He shoved her lightly in the back. “Be a good girl and do as you’re told. Leave.”
What the heck?
Had he really just said that?
But when she turned to see if that had really happened, he was already gone.
Yeah, she’d definitely imagined him and his sexy voice and take-charge attitude.
And the way he’d told her to be a good girl.
What an idiot she was. Men didn’t talk to her. Especially not men who looked like that. Tattooed and dangerous and sexy.
No, those sorts of men just stared straight past her. After all, she wasn’t sexy in her tartan skirt, black tights, knee-length boots, and chocolate brown cardigan.
Oh, and she had an old brown backpack on her back. Inside her backpack was a flashlight, her phone, wallet, and Snaggles.
She’d taken a few steps down the corridor before she realized that she was actually doing what he’d told her to.
Sheesh. Addie was a people pleaser, but she didn’t usually blindly obey complete strangers.
Except . . . what else was she going to do? As she spun back, it seemed like the chaos was getting worse. Then a huge man stepped out of the fray close to her. He had blood pouring out of a gash on his forehead. His face was craggy and pockmarked, his build enormous.
Fear filled her because she just knew he was about to see her. And then it all happened in slow motion.
Or that’s what it felt like to her.
His gaze caught hers, his mouth opened, and a creepy look filled his face before he lunged.
Now, Addie might not be good at much but she was a good runner. Turning on her heel, she raced down the hallway. She heard him lumbering behind her.
Then there was a loud thud and the floor shook beneath her feet. She glanced over her shoulder to find the guy on the floor with someone on top of him, pummeling away at his head.
Under normal circumstances, she probably would’ve stopped to try and help, but these weren’t normal circumstances and that asshole didn’t really deserve her help.
Turning, she ran toward the emergency exit at the end of the hall. Well, she assumed it was an exit. There was no sign on the door. But it was thick and heavy as she pushed on it and walked out into a dark alleyway.
Oh God. Every awful story that her mother had ever told her about what could happen to her out in the big, wide world filled her head. This was it, wasn’t it? This was how she was going to die.
Alone, in a dark alleyway that smelled like pee and vomit.
