Page 182 of Broken Pieces
She shoves forward, but Bryce blocks her with an arm across her chest. He smirks, all teeth and arrogance.
“Easy, Princess,” he taunts. “You’ll get your turn.”
Cassie swings anyway, catching him off guard.
She tries to reach for me again, but it only makes things worse.
Liam laughs, darker this time, his hand snaking around my waist before he pulls me against him.
I almost vomit when I feel his hard cock against my ass. I slam my elbow back; he grunts, but he doesn’t let go.
“Get the fuck off me!” My heart’s pounding so loud I can barely hear my voice.
He leans closer, his lips ghosting my ear. “Keep fighting, baby. It just makes it more fun.”
And that’s when I know this isn’t just some joke gone too far.
This is fucking real.
And if I don’t find a way out soon, we’re fucked.
I twist hard, my shoulder slamming against Liam’s chest, but he only presses closer, his body a wall of heat.
His breath hits the side of my face.
“I bet your pussy’s tight as fuck,” he hisses, voice low. “Probably warm and dripping already.”
“Get the fuck off me!” I shove, nails scraping across his arm, but he doesn’t budge.
He laughs, the sound of it thick and cruel in my ear.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Cassie. Her face is pale; her hand trembles as she presses the phone tight against her ear.
My pulse spikes.
Smart girl. She’s calling someone.
The Police.
Zane maybe.
I don’t care who, as long as someone fucking comes and makes them stop.
But then Bryce notices. His smirk dies, eyes cutting toward her. He steps in fast, blocking my view.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Zane
Theenginepurrslikea fucking dream.
Raw power under the hood, finally running smooth after months of hard work. Every bolt, every wire, every late night spent in this workshop has built to this.
I’ve been pouring myself into this car for months.
Not because I care about torque or horsepower. I fixed her because it’s the only thing I could control in my life. It’s about putting something back together when the rest of my life is a fucking mess beyond recognition. Every time I look in the mirror, I see a kid chasing ghosts and trying to outrun the parts of himself that won’t fucking die.
