Page 36 of Hush (Fighting Fate)

I followed him through the kitchen to the living room, not able to stop my eyes from searching for the one person who’d make me feel like I had half a chance. Three pairs of eyes glanced up to stare at me.

None of them were Mitch’s.

My fear instantly turned to panic. Where was he? He was supposed to be here to protect me. Why hadn’t I thought about the possibility that he might not be here?

The bag was ripped from my hand, and I flinched. Pock tossed it to one of the guys sitting on the couch – Davo, if I remembered right, and he casually zipped it open to check inside.

I didn’t get to see what he did next though, because Pock grabbed me by the waist, spinning me around, and pulled me into his chest. “Seems I finally get my chance with you after all,” he murmured in my ear.

Terror, just like that first time I’d been sent to this hell hole, filled every part of me. I struggled against his hold, hoping Mitch would magically appear and step in before it was too late.

Pock’s hands moved so quickly, I had no chance of fending them off. They were everywhere. On my neck, cupping my breasts, under my skirt. Why the hell did I decide to wear a freaking skirt?! I screamed in protest, and he laughed with pleasure. “Go on, scr

eam. It makes me fucking hard,” he purred against my jaw.

I thrashed harder, desperation taking a hold of me. “Please, don’t.” I cringed at the broken sound of my voice.

Pock laughed even harder, then dragged me towards the stairs. “No wonder Mitch won’t give you up. You’re some wild party.”

I fought as hard as I could. I knew if he managed to get me up the stairs, I had no chance at all. But if my head was clear enough to think properly, I would’ve known I already had no chance.

Chapter 28

Noah

My knuckles throbbed with a satisfying ache. Mac and I had just finished some ‘debt collecting’ which had resulted in another scum of the earth sporting a broken nose.

Fuck yeah.

Mac laughed as he cranked the car. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone bleed so much from a busted nose before.”

I shook my head. “It was like a fucking fountain.”

“TJ’s gonna get a laugh out of that one.”

“Maybe until he hears LowJack didn’t have his cash.”

The smile on Mac’s face was immediately replaced with a scowl. “That fucker.”

“Yeah, but on the bright side, we get to go beat him up again.”

Mac grunted.

He pulled up under the carport behind TJ’s house and grabbed the bag of cash we’d managed to get from Sal. At least we weren’t coming back empty handed.

I shucked off my jacket just inside the back door while Mac went straight to the fridge. “Beer?” he asked.

“Nah.” I hated knowing it, but I needed something more to relax me right now. I wondered what cocktail the guys had set out for the night. I was hoping it wouldn’t be crack again. That was going to be a bitch to kick.

I went straight to the living room to see what the plan was. TJ and Vinnie were already smoking a joint, ogling girls wearing lingerie in some skanky magazine, while Davo weighed and bagged some coke.

“Where’s Pock?” I asked casually, getting ready to slump down and relax.

They all looked at me with guarded eyes. TJ grinned with amusement. I felt it straight away. Something was up. Unease crept through me. Had something given me away? But then Vinnie laughed.

It was then that I saw Ken’s bag by Davo’s feet. Fuck! Kaeli!

I drew my gun from the back of my jeans before I’d even taken my next breath. Pock was going to fucking die for this! I flew up the stairs and bust his door open in one swift kick.

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