Page 102 of Playing With Danger

“We don’t have anything to talk about. I told you, you and Hayden aren’t my business.”

“You just couldn’t make this easy, could you?” she fumed.

I didn’t understand the fury behind her statement and I didn’t have time to contemplate the pure hatred she had for me before she attacked.

I landed on my back, Khloe on top of me, pain licking up my back and hip. One second I was blinking in confusion the next instinct took over and I clawed at her neck and face while lifting my hips to buck her off. Her hand fisted my hair at my forehead my scalp screamed in pain then my head slammed onto the floor. I bucked again, twisted, grabbed at her clothes, arms, any place I could reach to get her off me. With her full body weight she pinned me, struggling underneath her. I finally got my hand wrapped around her ponytail and got ready to introduce her to the agony of a scalping. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance to rip her hair out by the roots. I felt something stab me in the neck. I let go of her hair to cover my neck.

My hand didn’t make it before it felt too heavy to lift and dropped to the floor beside me.

“Stupid bitch,” Khloe grumbled. “I tried to do this the easy way.”

She rolled off me. My brain screamed at me to move, to yell for help, to crawl into my room and get my phone. Nothing worked. I was numb. Awake but unable to get my body to do what I wanted.

“Be back.”

I saw her stand but as soon as she moved I lost sight of her.

Think, Sophie.

Move.

Move.

Move.

I willed and begged my legs to get with the program.

Move, dammit.

I didn’t move. What I did do was feel terror.

So much of it, I was having a hard time breathing.

Fear so immense my vision blurred.

“Good. You didn’t move.” I heard Khloe laugh.

Suddenly I was jostled, moved, lifted, and finally plopped upright. Throughout all of this Khloe huffed and puffed and bitched. During which I did not move.

My head lulled forward and I saw the small front wheels of a wheelchair. Khloe came into view when she shoved the footrest down and placed my foot on it.

Kick her in the face, Sophie!

I didn’t kick her. I sat motionless. Neither did I move when she repeated the process with my other leg.

I didn’t do the first damn thing to help myself as Khloe wheeled me out of the apartment.

If I hadn’t been scared out of my brain I would’ve felt bad for Hayden, he was going to blame himself for this. I would’ve been thinking about how I should’ve called my mother; now our last words to each other were angry and not nice.

But I wasn’t scared enough to know I had one regret—I didn’t get a chance to tell Valentine I loved him.

25

“You got a minute?” Sunny called out as I tossed my bag in the back seat.

I didn’t have a minute, I wanted to get home to Sophie. I hadn’t talked to her since she’d called me on her way to her apartment. She was wasting no time bringing more shit to my—our—house. She’d also planned on talking to Hayden and I wanted to know how that went, but with a barricade that took for-fucking-ever to clear and a search warrant I hadn’t had time to call her.

But this was Sunny.

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