Page 55 of Courting the Consequences

This would be the last time she ever stepped foot in the clubhouse.

“Johnny,whatthefuckman.” Derrick groaned after Kara had walked out of the room and out of their lives.

Johnny shook his head.

“Something happened,” Kevin spoke up, shaking his head in disbelief. “Something has her spooked.”

Johnny laughed sardonically. “Nah, that’s every slut after we ignore them for a week. It’s typical whore behavior. If their pussies aren’t being pounded, they lose their brains.”

“Dude, don’t fucking talk about her like that,” Kevin snapped and stood from the table.

Derrick ran his hands through his shoulder-length mane and sighed. “Kevin’s right. This isn’t Kara.”

Johnny shook his head. “Doesn’t matter if it is or not. She ended it and we have bigger fish to fry. Use some courtesan to get your dicks wet,” he spat before he stormed out of church.

Kara spent the night and most of Saturday crying in her bed. Her heart was broken. She had fallen in love with all three of them so fast and so fiercely. She felt lost knowing it was over.

It had to be over, though. Her father would stick to his promise of having them arrested for something they didn’t do. Look at what he was doing to Mac, a man he admitted had been his best friend at one time.

It was late Saturday evening when Kara dried her tears and resolved herself to her actions. She ordered Chinese takeout to be delivered and settled in on the couch, snuggled up in a blanket. She turned on some stupid rom-com and zoned out.

She was half asleep when she heard a scuffle at the front door. Thinking it was the delivery guy, she got up, grabbed her wallet from the kitchen, and headed for the door. The door opened before she could reach it, though, and she froze, thinking it was maybe one of her guys.

The big burly man was definitelynotone of her boys. He was dressed in black from head to toe. A black ski mask covered his face and only allowed for a sliver of his eyes to show. He certainly was not the deliveryman either.

How the fuck did he get through her locked door?

She didn’t stick around to find out. She quickly spun on her heels and ran toward the kitchen. Her socks slipped on the hardwood floor, and her attacker wrapped a hand in her ponytail and yanked her backward. She landed sprawled on her back with the wind knocked out of her. Her head hit, leaving her dazed as she struggled to get oxygen into her lungs.

Her attacker was fast and quickly pinned her down by straddling her waist. He was easily twice her size both physically and by weight. She didn’t see the punch coming before it was too late, and pain bloomed across her cheek.

She managed to twist before the next punch hit. She got her forearm up in time and blocked it. At the same time, she got in a quick jab to his junk.

The man groaned and curved to cover his jewels. She used his momentum to twitch her hips and throw him off her. She scrambled to her feet and raced to the kitchen. She grabbed a knife out of the butcher block before her attacker was on her again.

She whirled and swung the knife wide.

“Fucking bitch,” the man growled when she sliced through flesh. She had managed to cut open his arm.

She went on the offensive and stabbed forward. He dodged and grabbed her wrist, wrenching it. He squeezed so hard she felt like her bones were bending. She cried out in pain. Her grip on the knife released, and it fell to the hardwood floor with a clatter.

She struck out with her foot to kick him in the balls again, but he smacked her leg out of the way, sending her body turning away. He moved forward at the same time, and her other foot got caught up between his legs. He shoved her down roughly, and she heard a loud pop in her left knee as she twisted and fell down.

She screamed in agony. She tried to curl forward to grab her injured leg, but his knee came up and slammed into her face.

She groaned as pain radiated across her face. She didn’t feel anything crunch, but blood immediately poured from her nose in thick clots before it ran smoothly down her face.

She was a mess. All of her self-defense training had gone out the window. She needed a weapon. Or an escape route. Her thoughts were jumbled; she could barely think. She struggled to back away from the man towering over her.

She whimpered as she inched backward.

He silently advanced.

Her back hit something. She looked away from her attacker, startled to be cornered. It was a door, though. The basement door. Her attacker was still ten feet away. She struggled to her feet. Her knee screamed in agony. Kara cried out and used the doorknob to pull herself up to her good leg.

She remembered the exit to the garage in the basement and swung open the door. She tried to quickly close and lock it behind her, but her attacker was once again faster. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it painfully. She pivoted on her good knee and managed to land an elbow to his gut.

He grunted and bent over. She landed another elbow, this time to his nose. He growled as it crunched. “Fucking bitch!” He howled in pain and fell backward on his ass.

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