Page 191 of Born in Depravity

Tears streamed down my face as I watched them.

I almost thought we might get out of this unharmed when Damien fired his gun and hit another man. He fell automatically, and Damien never stopped, looking so much like the avenging angel I had likened him to so many times.

Another car pulled up in front of us, and I didn’t know why I thought it, but I knew this car wasn’t ours.

We were outnumbered now.

I bit my lip, trying to keep from making any more noise. Though it didn’t matter, considering all the chaos around me.

I kept my eyes on my men.

What I should have done was watch the car I was in.

I realized too late someone was in here with me when I felt him breathing down my neck.

A cold chill worked its way up my spine, and I knew before I even turned around that it wasn’t someone on our side.

I turned around and saw the face of a mean-looking man. A mean-looking, huge man. One side of his face was scarred from what looked like burn marks. He had brown eyes and brown hair. Mexican, from what I could tell, and if not for the scar, he might have been beautiful in a scary way.

He smiled nastily at me.

“We have been looking everywhere for you, princess,” he said with a heavy Mexican accent.

Bile made its way up my throat. It didn’t like the way he called me “princess,” so unlike the way Nikolay used the word. I tried to move away but my back hit the car door. His smile widened.

There was nowhere to go.

He reached for me, and I fought without thinking. I swung my fists and legs, screaming as loud as I could.

I wondered if anyone heard me. My fist connected with the side of his face. He pulled back and I tried to climb over the seat to get out of there.

He grabbed me before I could get over. Turning me around, he slapped my face.

“Fucking hold still, bitch, or I’ll run my knife through you.”

I had a feeling death would be a better alternative to him taking me. I struggled harder in his hold. He pulled me out of the car on the opposite side, dragging me to another nearby car.

My screams grew louder as I caught sight of my men.

They saw me right away, and for the first time, I saw something in them that I never thought I would ever see.

Fear.

Damien fired more shots around us and shouted for me. Then he yelled something I didn’t hear as Nikolay took off after me, Mikhail closed on his heels. Damien kept firing more shots, but even I knew that as fast as they were running, they wouldn’t get to me in time.

Tears fell down my cheeks as I was shoved inside the car.

The last thing I saw was Nikolay chasing the car before eventually, he disappeared from sight.

I tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

I slammed my hands against it over and over, wishing I had the strength to rip it apart with my bare hands.

I didn’t. I was weak. I was …

I let out a small cry, wanting to crumble into myself so badly.

“That’s not going to work, girl,” a voice said from the front seat. A voice that sent ice running through my veins.

I stopped trying to pry the door open, turned slowly, and met the cold brown eyes of my Father sitting in the front.

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you, you little bitch? I knew I should have killed you when I killed that whore mother of yours.”

Then he swung back and punched me in the face.

Stars danced behind my eyes before my vision tunneled. I fell back against the seat, my eyes aimed at the ceiling of the car.

And then …

Nothing.

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