Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
I stand outside the gym for a good ten minutes willing that door to open, but it never does. Sometimes a strategic retreat is in order. Pedro has gone to his corner, and I should go to mine.
I pick up Mexican for dinner. Pozole for my girl and a chicken taco torte for me because if I’m getting kicked out, I’m going to treat myself with white bread carbs.
At the curb, I call her to let her know I’m back.
“Out of training so early?”
“Yeah, did I catch you doing something naughty?” I flash back to when she was fingering herself. We should do that tonight. It’s sexy as hell to see her pleasuring herself.
“Not unless you call cleaning the kitchen naughty. Oh shoot. I just realized I could have made a dirty joke. Let’s rewind. Yes, I’m elbows deep in something dirty,” she says, pitching her voice low and sexy.
She’s joking, and yet I’m still turned on. “I’d like to be elbow deep in something dirty, too.”
“That sounds actually kind of painful. I mean you’re big, but I don’t think I could take your arm all the way inside me.”
“We could test it out.”
“My vagina is sealing itself shut at the thought.”
“Okay,” I laugh. “I’ll stick with my fingers, cock, and tongue.”
“All three?”
“Yeah.” It’s my voice that drops and roughens this time. “All three after dinner. I’m going to eat you out, then finger-fuck you and then drive my dick into your wet pussy until you’re screaming so loud the neighbors in the other complex call to complain.”
“I’ll be right down to get our food then.”
I hop out of the car at the same time the door to our apartment opens. She waves to me, and the door shuts behind her. An arm appears around her throat and a hand across her mouth. She gasps and claws at it. I drop the food and start running. It’s three stories up, and by the time I’ve reached our floor, the guy has dragged her down the corridor to the elevator. He punches the buttons. Josie is kicking her legs. I sprint faster. The doors to the elevator open, and he drags Josie’s resisting body into the car. When I arrive, the doors are almost closed. I stick my fingers in between the rapidly closing gap and start wrenching the doors open. The man cries out and shoves Josie toward me. She spits something onto the floor, something bloody and fleshy. Tears are streaming down her cheeks, and I gather her into my arms and shove her out of the car. The elevator doors shut, and I stand there facing her stalker. “Say your prayers because you’re going to meet your maker.”
Chapter Twenty
JOSIE
This can’t be happening again. I watch as the elevator doors close with Mick and Mr. Psycho inside together.
Alone.
That is not good. It’s déjà vu all over again. This time, however, I won't be helpless. I’m not scared that Mick can’t handle the asshole. It’s the exact opposite, which is actually the problem. I think he can more than handle him, and that isn’t good.
This time, Mick isn’t the one cornered. He has someone else cornered. I hit the button for the elevator a second before I see the last sliver of Mick through the crack, squaring off with the man. I know if I don’t do something that the end result of this isn’t going to be good for any of us.
As the elevator doors start to open, I glance around and spot a rock that I’m guessing someone used as a doorstop at some point. I grab it as soon as they fully open. I have no clue what the hell I’m doing, but there’s one thing I do know without a doubt: I have to stop Mick.
"Mick, don't!" I scream, hoping to get through to him.
The man has got himself pressed up into the corner with no escape. There’s no way in hell I’m going to let Mick do this and throw away everything he has worked for. I’m also not going to let this fucker get away with terrorizing me for months and now physically assaulting me.
I swear it all happens in slow motion. Mick turns halfway around in response to my scream. The man abruptly pulls out a weapon.
"Knife!" I scream again, only to find Mick already in motion. Mick snaps his arm out and grabs the man by his wrist. I'm moving too.
I rush into the elevator, a plethora of emotions overwhelming me. I barely get past Mick. He's tightening his hold on the man's wrist, making the knife fall from his hand at the same time that I'm already swinging my own weapon. The rock is hard and sharp in my grasp. I don’t hold back.
The crack is loud as it hits the side of the man's head. His eyes widen, locking on mine for the briefest of seconds but also an eternity. Then he crumbles to the floor right in front of me. I stare down at him as blood pours from his head.