Page 80 of Tactical Lies

Just because gun man didn't know it yet didn't change that fact.

She might not be as strong as Connor and didn't have his training or experience, she was a fighter and she wasn't going to give up.

Not when the future she’d always dreamed about was back within her grasp.

“I’m going to have fun with you, girl,” gun man told her as his hands went to the hem of her sweater, and he tugged it over her head. In his eagerness to rid her of her clothes, her long, soaking wet hair tangled with the sopping wet top and she felt a sting in her scalp as he roughly yanked it free, tossing it aside.

The T-shirt she wore didn't do much to hide anything, it was plastered to her skin, and she was sure if the way gun man was practically drooling at her that it was half see-through as well.

His hardening length nudged against her knees, and then he was standing up, dragging her with him and lifting her onto the table. A hand on her breastbone shoved her back to lie against the smooth wood, and he wedged himself between her legs, forcing them open.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled as his gaze drank her in, making her feel dirty as it lingered on the part of her that was only supposed to be touched with her permission.

But this man didn't care about permission.

In fact, he probably got off on the fact that he didn't have it.

“This is going to be fun.” He grinned at her as he moved his weapon between her spread legs, dragging it along her center as though he thought that was going to turn her on.

There had to be something she could do to stop this. If she could just get her hands on that weapon, maybe she stood a chance. It wouldn't be easy, there were two of them, but she was going to try.

If nothing else, she was going to have to endure this sick man’s games until Connor showed up and saved her.

Then gun man made a stupid move.

While he continued to stroke the weapon between her legs, he pressed his mouth to hers to kiss her.

Not happening.

Sinking her teeth into his bottom lip, Becca clamped her jaws together and didn't let go as he howled, and blood flooded into her mouth.

At the same time, the sound of gunshots echoed outside.

Knowing this was the opportunity she needed, Becca reached down and managed to grab the weapon, yanking on it as she shook her head from side-to-side, tearing through gun man’s lip.

He howled again and backed up, his hands flying to his torn mouth as she lifted the weapon.

The other man stormed toward her so she aimed at him first and fired.

He dropped.

Without hesitation, she aimed at gun man. Realizing how stupid he’d been and the magnitude of his mistake, he charged at her, causing her to scuttle backward on the table and fall to the floor.

That was probably the only thing that saved her.

Pain darted up her back from the hard landing, but Becca shoved it away and lifted the weapon, firing at the man who had clambered up onto the table and was reaching down to try to grab hold of her.

He slumped down on the table, and she dragged in a breath, trying to calm her racing heart and refill her lungs with the oxygen panic and adrenaline had used up far too quickly.

Knowing she couldn’t stay there in case the other men returned, Becca crawled to where her prosthetic had been thrown, and with trembling hands, put it back on. Then she shoved to her feet and ran for the door.

This time, she wasn't making the same mistake. She kept the weapon clutched in her hand as she threw open the door and stepped back out into the stormy night. With no idea where she was going, knowing only she wanted to put as much distance between herself and the cabin, Becca ran into the woods.

Chapter

Nineteen

August 23rd

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