Page 75 of Vow of Vengeance
I freeze, fully aware of what it is despite the fact that I've never had a gun to my head before this. There's just no mistaking the feel of the heavy metal pressed against me, or the meaning. ‘Stay quiet while I take what I want or I’ll pull the trigger’.
The first sob leaves my throat when I hear the belt clang open, and I realize there's no escaping.
My body comes to grips with the reality of what's about to happen before my brain does.
"Please..." I beg, softly, in case that helps him be more patient, willing to hear me out, to stop before it goes too far. "Please don’t do this. My baby…” My voice fractures on a sob. “I'm pregnant."
The only response I get is a laugh so cruel that it shatters something inside of me.
The weight of the gun presses deeper into the back of my head, and he uses the threat of it to guide my face back down, pressing my forehead against the wood floor as he rustles around behind me. The hand that was inside me disappears.
I know better than to be relieved.
But relief is what I feel when I hear Vin's voice. It’s sharp and almost violent when it bursts through me.
"What the fuck?"
He's alive.
He's alive, and he's going to save me. Me and our baby.
"Don't you fucking dare." Vin growls.
The man ignores him entirely, and I feel his dick prod against me, flesh on flesh but no pressure.
It renews one last desperate attempt inside of me, because I can't lay here and let this happen. I definitely can't lay here and let this happen while my husband is unable to help.
I jam my head back, just enough to knock the gun out of position, and my skull connects with my assailant's face. He growls, but his grip on me falters as he reels, and I get just enough space to scramble out from beneath him.
The phone is on one side, and Vin and escape are on the other.
I scramble toward my husband even though it means darting past my attacker, reaching out for Vin's hand like he can reel me toward him.
My hand is still out when I'm taken to the ground again, and this time, something tells me I won't be getting up again. Maybe it’s the way every bit of air inside of me rushes out so fast that my lungs seize entirely in protest. Maybe it's the gunshot, the way it rings in my ear as it whizzes past me. Maybe it's the gasp that comes from Vin as his eyes widen with shock and blood blooms on his shirt.
His legs falter, so he grips the wall a moment before he slides down it, falling to the floor right in front of me.
He's so close, but I'm trapped beneath the shooter, and Vin isn't reaching out for me… he can’t. He can’t move, shock already setting in.
His eyes go to the figure behind me, his weight pinning me to the ground as if I would fight him off again. But I can’t. I can’t move, even if he wasn’t stopping me, because I don’t think my body is taking commands right now. Everything hurts too much to move, but I watch my fingers twitch as if they’re trying to bridge the space between me and Vin.
"Don't worry." The man chuckles darkly. "You've got a few minutes before you go. You'll get to watch me fuck your pretty wife before you die. I know you like watching."
I'm distantly aware of his words, like they're spoken from outside a forcefield, as I focus all of my attention on trying to get Vin's focus, to get him to look at me and not his killer.
Maybe I shouldn't.
Maybe he shouldn't witness what's about to happen, but I need him. I need him, because if I focus on him, maybe I can escape the horror of what's coming.
I can't.
There's no escaping, not in any form, as his hands grab my hips and jerk them off the ground, back toward him. He’s quick to shift one hand to the back of my head, making sure I don’t get any leverage to get free.
His other arm wraps around my waist, squeezing against my bladder and trapping me as he wedges my thighs apart with his own legs.
And then he guides his dick between my thighs.
There's nothing for me to grab hold of as he forces his way inside of me. I claw at the ground for purchase that never comes, like maybe that will allow me to pull myself away from him, toward Vin…
