Page 133 of Freshmeet
Just then, Carter walked out from under the steps of Frattic, and I frowned. “What’s he doing?”
Another figure came limping into view. My heart lurched when I realized it was Connor, and he was injured. Despite finding out his dirty little secret, I didn’t want him hurt.
How fucked up am I?
THIRTY
MATCHING STAB WOUNDS
CONNOR
Feeling good as hell after cooking a quick but tasty meal for Sarah, I went to see why she wasn’t coming.
“What are these?” Sarah asked as I walked into my bedroom. She was fully dressed and holding the panties she’d stuck on my door in her hand. “I said, what are these?”
“Your panties?” I took a step toward her, but she rounded the bed.
The lace disappeared in her palm as she shook her fist at me. “And why do you have my panties?”
Confused, I shook my head. All over the bed were pictures of Sarah, and panties I’d never seen. “What?—”
“No!” She held up a hand and climbed on top of the bed. “You go over there.”
Not wanting to scare her, I followed her directions. “Sarah, I?—”
“I need to go. I’ll call you when I’ve thought this through,” she said, jumping off the bed and racing out of the room.
“Shit.” The front door slammed, and I went to follow, realizing I was barefoot. Quickly sliding on some shoes, I rushed out of my apartment. Parked in front of the Wel was a big-ass truck with a scuffed bumper and cracked headlight.
“I’m going to need you to stop right there,” Duncan said, shoving off the tailgate.
“Not now,” I spat, trying to walk around him.
A big, meaty hand shot out and hit my shoulder, pushing me into a parked car.
“The fuck?” I yelled, shoving Duncan into his truck.
“What did you do to Sarah?”
My stomach dropped.
What the hell is going on?
“I didn’t do anything. It’s a big misunderstanding. I need to talk to her.”
“Not happening,” the football-playing asshole said, blocking my path.
Not thinking, I swung my fist, hitting him square in the gut.
Of course, the big bastard didn’t go down. No, he just laughed. “Fucking pussy.” Faster than I assumed a guy his size could move, he rushed me, taking me to the concrete. Hit after heavy hit rained down on me. All I could do was try to block his brutal fists.
A fat raindrop hit my forehead, then another, but that didn’t stop Duncan’s attack. The sky opened up, and a puddle formed under me. Despite my best efforts, water got up my nose, and I violently coughed.
“You leave Sarah alone,” Duncan growled, slamming me into the asphalt one more time. Standing above me, he spat, then climbed up into the cab of his truck.
Pain radiated through my body as I struggled to sit up. I gently touched my bruised ribs, hoping like hell they weren’t broken.
Duncan backed out of his spot, his headlights blinding me before he turned and drove away, leaving me confused and busted up.
