Page 103 of Broken Pieces

“Oh sweet angel, you don’t need your bags.”

I freeze at the voice as utter terror transcends my body.

I turn around slowly as I try to move backward toward the kitchen. “How did you find me?”

Logan’s grin splits his face. “I heard there was a baking sensation in town, and I had to come see her for myself.”

It takes me a second too long to see the gun in his hand. I try to reach for a knife in the kitchen, but I am too slow.

“Baby girl,” he says as he clasps his hand around my wrist, pulling me close to him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I whimper as he presses the gun into my side and slowly moves it up my torso in a sensual motion.

“Nothin’ to say to me?”

I swallow as I try to calm my fear. “Brooks will be walkin’ through that door any minute.”

He laughs as he presses the gun into my temple. “Sweet girl, I know he ain’t around. Ain’t no one here to save you. You better tell me where that box is you took from me before I make sure you wish you never deceived me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” I fib.

“Wrong answer, baby doll.”

I whimper as he wraps his hand around my throat.

“You ready to tell me where it is?”

I shake my head.

“That’s too bad, angel,” he whispers into my ear. He grabs my breast and twists it hard. “I can fuck the answer out of you. I’ve done it before.”

Fear resonates through my body. I remember the last time he raped me for information. I could barely walk for days.

He drags the pistol down my body and presses it into my core. “Looks like my baby girl needs a good fucking. That guy wasn’t enough for you. You know I am all man, baby. I’ll remind you what a real man is like.”

I swallow the bile that is building up in my throat. I hate how he is talking about Brooks, despite the fact he broke my heart. But I know I am stronger than this. I can’t let him control me. I can’t let him rape me again.

His lips find their way on to my neck. I pull away and say, “I have it, but it’s not here. It’s at my brother’s.”

“Good girl,” he purrs. “But I still think you need a real man in your life.”

I go to protest, but all thoughts fade away as he whips me with his pistol. My last thoughts are of Brooks as my head hits the counter, warm blood spilling from the wound before everything goes black.

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