Page 59 of Dear Mr. Vampire

“I don’t care. I don’t give a fuck about blood.”

Shit, it didn’t work. “I have cramps.”

“Look, I don’t give a fuck. Get your ass over here.” Lonzo pushed both of my suitcases and my purse off the bed.Everything landed on the floor. He waved the gun at me, signaling for me to come close. I didn’t budge, and that proved to be the wrong move.

Lonzo rushed toward me and grabbed me by my neck. The shock hit me before my urge to fight him off. The sight of the gun so close to my body made me limp. I never saw him kill, but I heard him shoot those three people in that warehouse. That was all I needed to be afraid of this man. It was all I needed to comply. I wanted to leave the apartment because I didn’t want anything to happen to Zand. I didn’t want to let anyone else die or get hurt because of me.

I clawed at his hand around my neck, and this made him squeeze tighter. My eyes watered as all the air I had on reserve was being taken from my lungs. I was so close to losing consciousness that I could feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

With a quick toss, I was let go and pushed down on my bed. I gasped for every piece of air I could take in without choking to death. I reached for my sore throat and was held down on the bed until I was flat. He had the gun pointed directly at my face.

This was it.

I was going to die.

One sudden move and the trigger would go off.

All the tears I had locked up inside were running down the sides of my face and pooling in my ears. I couldn’t see his face. All I could see was the barrel of his gun pointing only inches from my head.

I felt Lonzo pulling my dress down in the front and exposing my breast. He grabbed my breast and twisted them like a brute.

“Please stop.” I moaned into the air. Lonzo lowered the weapon to look at me. He pointed at my breast. He touched my breast with the gun.

“I will shoot your fucking titties off. You, shut the fuck up, and take this dick just the way you used to.”

A man had never violated me. But this was going to happen. Ididn’t know if I should lie and be still or fight him. I could die either way, but no obvious line of action was coming to me.

Lonzo bent over me to place the gun on my nightstand. He rested all his weight on me and I felt crushed under him. He pinned my arms above my head and I squirmed and bucked, but he was too heavy and too strong.

“Get off me! I said no! Get the fuck off me!”

He slapped me with his free hand. It hurt so bad I saw stars.

“I’m going to rip you a new hole, you fucking traitor.” He said through gritted teeth. He was trying to pull his pants down with his free hand.

“Stop! Lonzo, no please don’t do this.”

“I’m going to give you a baby.”

“NO! NO!”

He stopped removing his pants to slap me again. This slap hurt more than before. His anger had risen, and I was in trouble. My tears didn’t matter to him. My pleas didn’t matter to him. He was going to force himself on me. I closed my eyes as tight as I could. I wanted to disassociate from the violence that was going to happen to me.

I squeezed my eyes tighter when I felt Lonzo’s hand tugging at my panties.

“Nooooooo!” I had to try to coax him away one more time before I went numb.

With no notice, the heavy weight of his body was gone. He wasn’t on top of me. I immediately opened my eyes to see Lonzo climbing off the bed. He tripped over the suitcase he tossed to the floor. He scurried to the nightstand and grabbed his gun, and pulled his pants up at the same time. His hand held firm as he pointed the gun across the bed. My head followed, and I saw him.

Zand was standing in the doorway to my bedroom. His eyes were trained on Lonzo. This was exactly what I didn’t want to happen. I didn’t want Zand to get hurt, or worse, killed.

“Chanel.” Zand said my name as I watched him not even look at me. “Get up. You’re coming with me.”

I wanted to run to him, but I knew that wouldn’t be wise. Instead of sprinting, I sat up and scooted over to the edge of the bed near where Zand stood.

“Coco! Stay your ass on that muthafuckin’ bed!”

My heart lurched. I froze in place. Lonzo had my attention, and the fire and rage in his glare scared me to death.

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