Page 145 of The Pucking Wrong Date

“Holy fuck, Disney. His dick is gone,” I heard Ari’s voice comment, right before he grabbed Walker around the waist and pulled him off of Marco’s limp form.

I wasn’t sure at what point he’d passed out.

Walker kept struggling, his breath coming out in heaving gasps as he tried to lunge back to Marco.

“Walker, it’s done. You got him,” Lincoln said, a grin on his lips as he stared down at Marco’s destroyed body.

“I’m good,” Walker huffed.

“You sure?” Ari asked, still holding him around the chest. “Because one more crack with that hammer, and I’m pretty sure he’s dead. And you’re too pretty for prison. They would like you too much.” Walker scoffed and Ari slowly let him go, watching him closely like he expected Walker to lunge back at him at any second.

It was me that did the lunging though. I fell to the ground besides Marco and started slamming my fists anywhere I could reach, tears suddenly streaming down my face.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hope you die, you worthless cunt!” I screamed, my body racking with sobs.

A strong pair of arms wrapped around me and I turned and threw myself into Walker’s chest, hysterically crying as I gripped at his shirt.

“Shhh. It’s okay, angel. It’s done. You did so good. You’re safe. He’s done,” Walker murmured, over and over again until my sobs finally quieted.

Police sirens sounded in the distance.

“Fuck! Walker, tear Olivia’s shirt,” Lincoln ordered, wrapping the bottom of his shirt around the hammer and carefully moving it into Marco’s hand, closing Marco’s fingers around it.

“What’s going on?” Walker asked, confused.

“Just do it!” Lincoln snapped. “The police are about to be here. There’s a little legal term called ‘reasonable force’ and I’m pretty sure we’ve flown way past that here. Like Ari said…you’re too pretty for prison.”

I swear I felt Walker preen at the compliment, and I locked eyes with Ari for a second. He shook his head and mouthed, “fucking simp.”

Italmostmade me smile.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Walker muttered as he took my shirt and ripped it down the front.

“Mess with her hair,” Lincoln continued. “Make it look like he got farther than he did. Tear her shorts too. They need to see that more…force was necessary.”

“Fuck, Golden Boy. You’re a fucking genius,” Ari commented as Walker messed with my hair before ripping my shorts open and the top of my underwear. “Put a lot of thought into these sorts of things?”

Lincoln scoffed. “Olivia, sweetheart. Keep crying, okay? Don’t let those tears dry up.”

I nodded, thinking that request was at least easy.

The sirens got louder, and a minute later two squad cars were pulling up to the front of the house, officers leaping out and rushing towards the garage.

“We got him!” Lincoln said. “He’s over here!’ I stared at Lincoln in shock because of the change in his voice. He was perfectly executing the part of someone who was scared and a victim.

“Shit,” one of the officers said, grimacing when he saw Marco. His hand went to the front of his dick, like he was trying to protect his balls from the same fate.

I held in my grin like a champ.

“What happened here?” another officer asked, frowning as he stared at the four of us. “Hey, wait a second, are you guys Knights players?” His voice got excited. “Holy shit. You’re Lincoln Daniels!”

Lincoln’s smile was polite but he was still holding back his usual alpha energy.

The officer’s gaze fell to me, no recognition in his eyes—just how I liked it. “Ma’am, are you alright? Do you need an ambulance?”

For some reason, that question led to another round of hysterics as it hit me what really could have happened if Walker had been just a few minutes later. My hand went to my stomach, cradling it instinctively as Walker pulled me back into his arms.

“I came home from practice and he was trying…” Walker’s voice choked up for a second. “He was trying to rape her.”

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