Page 40 of Hostile Secret
“Right.” I take a step away from him when he saunters closer.
“What have we got here, David?” Another guy rounds the trunk and joins his friend.
He pinches his nostrils and sniffs; the same way André does when he’s snorted cocaine.
“This sweet doll had her ass on the hood of my car.” David smirks, his features shaded in half light.
I turn away and start walking, doing my best to stay composed so they can’t tell I’m tipsy.
“Which means, if she touches it, she claims it as hers. What do you think,parce?” he asks his buddy.
“If that’s true, then I’ll touch her ass and claim it.” A dark chuckle slithers down my spine.
“Sounds like a plan.”
I curse myself for drinking when Reno had warned me how it would dull my reactions. But what I regret most of all is not having a weapon hidden under this dress.
We’re not allowed to stash loaded guns in our school backpacks or strap switchblades to our inner thighs. That kind of behavior would cause absolute chaos.
And now I’ve wandered too far from my friends—under the influence and unprotected.
I keep walking until large hands wrap around my waist, hauling me backward into a wall of muscle.
“Get your hands off me,” I grit out, stumbling as he presses his groin into my ass.
“That’s one hell of a special dress, Baby Doll.” Smokey breath clings to my skin when he shoves his face into the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. “You wearing any panties?”
My stomach lurches, and I immediately grab his arm to wrench it off me. “Fuck off!”
I’m about to put my self-defense training into practice when he violently twirls me around, my chest bumping into his. Shit, that was too fast. The rapid whirlwind motion has my head spinning.
In those seconds of vulnerability, he snatches my cell phone. “I’ll take that.”
Blinking quickly, I stagger backward and lash out, my fist sailing through the air. He doesn’t even flinch when my knuckles meet his jawbone.
“Fucker!” I growl at him when he seizes my wrist.
“Come on, Baby Doll. You and I are going to have a fun night together.”
He yanks me into him. Strong arms clamp around me, pinning my biceps in place by my sides. The extreme closeness making it impossible to force my knee into his groin.
“Once I’ve filled your sweet little pussy…” Shadows move when two more men appear, circling us. My gaze flits from the main asshole, mentally counting at least five lurkers in total. “My friends will fill it up too.” He adds, humming low and insidious.
The hideous vibration sliding over my scalp feels like karma has tipped a tank of grass snakes over me. This is my penance for ignoring everything Reno had tried to safeguard me from.
Panic surges through my tense muscles. “Well guess what, asshole,” I snarl, practically spitting. “I can see your ugly fucking face and I’ll memorize every single one of your friends and––”
“And what, Baby Doll?” He interrupts, unmoving in his ox-like posture while I wriggle and thrash. “You’d go tola Policía?” A man beside us chuckles. “Because they're on our payroll. The vehicle you pressed your hot ass onto belongs to the Blanco cartel.”
The corners of his mouth hitch into a proud smirk. “What a fucking night you’re going to have.” Thin lips brush the shell of my ear. “I was hard the second I saw you arrive.”
Fuck!
I swallow hard, knowing I can’t tell him I’m a rival—from the biggest cartel in Colombia.
Knowing the world of organized crime and street wars, if that information came out, they wouldn’t stop at rape. David would slaughter me sending a clear message to the Souzas that this is Blanco territory.
Nor can I mention how Giovanni would hunt them down, bury them alive, and return a month later to smash every bone in their bodies if they were still breathing.
