Chapter Eleven #2
This sorry son of a bitch is a terrible attacker, because I would lay his ass out right now.
No wonder he had to sneak attack all of the women he killed because they all could have kicked his ass.
He had to drug and weaken them so he didn’t have to fight them.
Instead of fighting, I intentionally and dramatically fawn.
“Please don’t hurt me!” I whimper when he has me face down in the dirt. He is straddling my legs with his hips pressed against my ass and one hand on my back to keep me pinned.
“You thought you could trick me,” he says, pulling my phone out of my pocket.
He lays it face up so I can see the call going with Kevin.
I slowly pull my arms under me with my palms down.
I cross my right ankle over my left and wait for him to lean forward.
I know he is going to try to reach for my gun first. Right as he does, I push my upper half off the ground and twist my hips fast, throwing him off me.
I pull my pistol and have it in his face before Zeke even gets to me.
Adam freezes with his hands on my hips as he is in the process of trying to get me down again.
“Get your fucking hands up!” Zeke shouts as he rushes off the trail and down to us. Behind him are Geno and Parker.
“You lying bitch!” Adam growls, realizing I didn’t fawn like he thought I did.
“Pathetic,” I scoff. “Roll. Now.”
“I’ll fucking kill you, bitch! You’ll beg just like my whore sister did!
” he screams, lunging for me. Instead of shooting him, I grab his wrist with my non-dominant hand and twist until he screams out in pain.
Zeke takes my pistol so I can force him to roll.
I easily get his hands behind his back, and Kevin saunters off the trail and over to us.
“You okay?” Kevin asks, handing me cuffs.
“Yeah,” I say, slapping them on and tightening them.
I get Adam onto his feet and hold onto the chain of his cuffs to pat him down. “Get your fucking hands off me, bitch,” he growls, pulling his head back and smashing it into mine. I immediately taste blood on my lip.
“You sure showed me, huh?” I laugh, wiping my lip before pushing him out of the woods and onto the trail, where the place is swarming with cops now.
Parker takes Adam, and Zeke blocks my body with his so that no one can see me as he cups my chin.
“You okay, Riss?” he asks, gently wiping the blood from my lip.
“Yeah,” I say, smiling.
“Did he try to assault you?” he asks, pointing to my now unbuttoned dress slacks.
“I don’t…” I start to say, but he stops me.
“Did he try to assault you?” he repeats when Kevin steps next to him.
“Uh, yeah,” I say. Truthfully, I don’t know, but we all know he would have if he had the time. “I was able to throw him off as you got to me.”
“He had his hands on your hips. Why?” Zeke asks.
“I think he was about to try and pin me again. It happened fast,” I say honestly.
“Go read him his rights,” Kevin says.
“He admitted to making his sister beg,” I say. “Zeke heard it.”
“Parker and Geno did, too,” Zeke says.
“I’ll make some calls and see if we can get a warrant,” Kevin says. I nod and fix my pants before we all walk down the trail. Parker has Adam outside of a cruiser near the media that is forming in the parking lot.
“Adam Sloane,” I say. “You are under arrest for assault on an officer and attempted rape. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford it, one will be provided for you.”
“I’ll fucking kill you for this,” he growls.
“Adding communicating threats,” I say before Parker shoves him into the cruiser.
When we get into my car, I shriek when my seat is leaned back suddenly, but Dawson kisses me hard, and I relax. “Were you just hiding back here?” I ask.
“Kevin didn’t want me to get too close in case it escalated, so it didn’t mess up the chance of him getting charged,” Dawson says, kissing me again.
“I’m okay,” I say.
“I know. You scared everyone screaming like that, though,” he says, not letting go of me. Zeke has his hand on my thigh, and I realize they really are scared.
“I’m sorry I scared you two,” I say.
“We are so proud of you, Mariska. You are amazing,” Zeke says, squeezing my leg. “We are going home. He is in custody, so we are all going to relax until we get the warrant.”
“Oh, good,” I say.
“Your parents are going to be at your house, by the way,” Zeke tells me. “Your Dad texted and asked when we were free, and I told him now, a few minutes ago.”
“Oh, good,” I say. “Dad will panic when he finds out someone tackled me.”
“Yeah, it’s already been reported that you were attacked,” Dawson says, kissing me again.
“As long as he is in jail,” I say. “Maybe this way we can get a warrant and get him charged with the murders, too. At least the one for his sister.”
“Yeah. We will just have to wait and see what happens,” Zeke says, patting my leg.
When we get home, I escape to the bathroom to take a shower. I don’t know when my parents will be here, but I just need a moment alone.