Page 10 of Ride Hard
There wasn’t much I would miss about Teasers or my shitty paycheck-to-paycheck life, but she was one of the good ones. She’d had myback.
“Huh?” she asked. “Is everything okay,Slo?”
“Yeah. Of course.” I waved ather.
“Can you be a doll and take the trash out before you leave?” she asked before I could walk away. “First and only condition,” she added with a megawattsmile.
“Fine.”
Picking up the bag, I dragged it out back and down the hall, glass clinking noisily as Iwent.
Outside, the air was cool, but I was alone. Music from the club thumped behind me, and the sound of a passing siren wailed before disappearing into thedistance.
Throwing the trash into the dumpster, the bag smacked the sides with a satisfying bang. Wiping off my hands, I turned, my gaze colliding with a man leaning against the wall. A big, hulking man wearing a leather jacket, flannel shirt, and a nasty looking beard. He totally had pubes on his face. Ratty gingerones.
“Well, hello there,” he drawled, his gaze raking up and down my body. “Aren’t you a sight for soreeyes?”
“Entrance is ’round front,” I said, taking a step back.Why the fuck didn’t I get my bagfirst?
He smiled and pushed off thewall.
“That’s not the pussy I’m looking for.” He took a step toward me, trying to herd me into acorner.
The door was still within reach, but he would catch me long before I could wrench it open. I had to close thedistance…
“There’s no pussy here for you,” I said, narrowing myeyes.
“I’d hate to argue with a lady, but you’re wrong.” He reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a switchblade. Flicking it open, his lips curved into a malicious smile. “Pants down,sweetheart.”
“Fuck you, you piece ofshit.”
Lunging for the door, I grasped the handle, but a big hand slammed down, forcing it closed. Cool steel pressed against my throat, and Itensed.
“You can’t run, little girl. Your daddy has to pay. Blood for blood with a side of cock up your ass.” The man pressed his crotch against me and ground, working his already hardening cock into a full erection. “How tight are you, little bitch? You better not be loose like the sluts inthere.”
He grabbed my hair and twisted it. Pulling me away from the door, he shoved me over a crate, forcing my facedown.
“Get off me!” I screeched, fighting against him. I kicked and thrashed, but his hips held me in place, and the knife came to rest on myjugular.
“It don’t bother me, little bitch,” he said. “I will cut you either way. My cock will be up your ass now or as you’re bleeding out. So I would say you’refucked.”
I whimpered, panic blinding me. There was no way out. I was stuck. Trapped. Chaser was right. There were men after me, and they wouldn’t stop until I was dead. So when the man with ginger pubes on his face undid the fly of my jeans, I didn’t move. I just…gaveup.
If I thrust my head to the side just a little, the knife would cut into anartery.
Closing my eyes, I swallowedhard.
Just a little to theside...
Do it,Sloane.
“Get the fuck offher.”
I gasped at the sound of Chaser’s voice, and my eyes flewopen.
“Fuck off, hero,” the man said. “Can’t you see I’m trying to fuck this bitchup?”
“I said…Get the fuck offher.”
