Chapter 28 #3
Trent’s body caged me in an instant, pinning me so I couldn’t move.
“You frigid bitch, you’ll give it up to the meathead in the mask, but not me?
” He sneered in my face and I thrashed against him, but he pinned me harder, my hands stuck at my sides.
“That’s going to change tonight. You’re going to give me what I want. ”
He slammed a hand over my mouth so hard that it hurt. Then he dragged me towards a smaller hallway off the main one. Once we were around the corner, he pushed me against the wall again face first. I tried to push back, but he was too strong, pinning my hands between the wall and my own body.
“Trent, get the fuck off me!” I cried, trying again to push back off the wall.
He shoved in harder at my back, crushing my cheek to the wall.
“You’re going to give me what I fucking want, Dempsey. So shut up and take it.”
His hands clawed at my skirt, trying to yank it up my body, his nails scratching up my legs.
“Stop it! You can’t do this!”
His mouth was at my cheek, his face pressed hard against mine. “Oh yeah? I want it, and I’m fucking taking it, slut.”
A sob escaped me. “No…” was all I could muster now, the fight ebbing from my tired body.
He managed to get my dress up my thighs, his hard cock pressing into my ass. “You know you fucking want it. You wanted it the first night we met, and you’re going to be gagging for it now.”
I tried to shake my head, but his hand came up to press my skull into the wall so I couldn’t move. My eyes started to water.
“You’re going to moan for me, bitch…”
In an instant, his words cut off, and the pressure at my back disappeared. I turned, my legs giving way at the same time. Presley caught me, his arms coming around me as I slid to the floor, my breathing labored. It was hard to get air in and out.
Dacre had Trent by the shirt collar, slamming him against the opposite wall. “You think you can fucking touch her?” His voice was laced with absolute venom.
Sinclair and Boston appeared around the corner, their expressions matching ones of death and fury. Sin came straight for me. Boston didn’t. He marched up to where Dacre had Trent pinned, his fist colliding with Trent’s face.
Trenton flew sideways, the force of the blow tearing his shirt from Dacre’s fingers and Trent hit the floor.
Boston didn’t hesitate. He moved to Trent, sending a boot into his gut and Trent curled in on himself, groaning. Boston leaned down, grabbing him by the shirt just as Dacre had, then his other fist connected with Trent’s cheekbone.
The sound of bone breaking was unmistakable.
I watched it all at a distance, like it wasn’t really happening. Presley’s arm never loosened from around me, and he whispered soothing words in my ear as he slid my dress back down to cover me up.
Sinclair crouched in front of me. He brushed my hair back from my face in the gentlest touch, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger to gently steal my attention from Boston, Dacre, and Trent to him instead.
“Did he hurt you?”
Staring into those intense green eyes instantly calmed me. I shook my head.
“I… I don’t think so. He scared me.”
“Ivers is going to kill him for it.”
Terror filled me for the second time, and my attention cut back to where Boston was dragging Trent back towards the opposite wall by his shirt collar. Trent kicked his feet, flailing to get away, but Boston’s grip never wavered.
“He deserves to be six feet under,” Pres said, watching Boston and Trent without an ounce of emotion or humanity on his face.
Humanity.
The word clanged through me, and I scrambled to my feet, Presley following.
Boston had Trent pinned to the wall now, his thick fingers wrapped around Trenton’s throat.
“Boston, stop,” I called to him.
He didn’t so much as flinch, as though the words hadn’t even registered.
Trent’s desperate gaze found me as he fought to breathe.
How the fuck does it feel, asshole?
But no matter how much I hated Trent and didn’t care if he dropped dead, I didn’t want it to be at the hands of Boston.
I took a step towards them, coming to Boston’s side, a sudden desperation filling me.
“Boston, stop. Let him go,” I tried.
There was nothing but unchecked fury in Boston’s expression, his eyes dark pools of emptiness. He’d left his body and I didn’t know how to get him back. Was this what he’d been like when he’d come to the defense of his sister?
“Boston!” I tried again, louder this time.
His fingers tightened at Trent’s throat, and I cringed at the sound of Trent’s desperate gurgling.
“Boston, please stop, please…” No reaction. “Boston! STOP!”
Ducking under his arms, I slid in between him and Trent, my body recoiling at the feel of Trent’s body at my back. I never wanted any part of him touching me ever again after tonight.
Tears pricked the backs of my eyes. “You can’t kill him, Boston. Please.”
Sinclair, Dacre, and Pres shared looks of concern from where they stood behind us.
“Please…” I begged on a sob.
Boston’s expression shifted, his gaze dropping to mine. His hands were still tight around Trent’s throat. “He put his fucking hands on you! You’re begging me to save this asshole’s life?”
I shook my head, my eyes never leaving his.
“No.” I swallowed hard. “I’m begging to save yours.”
His expression pinched, a flash of pain on his face. Then his hands loosened, and Trent crumpled to the floor, clutching at his throat and coughing hard in an attempt to suck in air.
I only had eyes for Boston though.
He stared back at me, his expression devoid of all emotion, his eyes still dark, endless pools.
I took a step towards him. “Boston…”
“Get the fuck out of here, Trent,” Dacre snapped, grabbing him by the arm to drag him to his knees and shoving him down the hall. “Before I murder you myself and make it look like a fucking accident.”
Sinclair took several steps towards him, tilting his head, his voice laced with venom. “You’re lucky she has a heart. If you touch her again, even Daddy won’t be able to save you.”
Trent scrambled down the hall, stumbling. His voice was a painful rasp, eyes spitting venom at Boston. “You’re going to prison, you fucking animal!”
“Try it,” Presley called. “We’d love to tell the authorities all about your reputation as a sexual predator.”
Sinclair moved towards Trent again. “You’re lucky she stopped Boston from tearing your fucking throat out. You deserve to be strung up by your balls and left there. So get the fuck out of here right now.”
Trent was clearly seething but did as he was told, scurrying back towards the party like the spineless fucking weasel he was.
“You should have let me kill him,” Boston said to Sinclair, his voice utterly lifeless.
Sin raised his hands in defeat. “I was more than happy to watch that play out. Dempsey’s the one who didn’t want it.”
All eyes landed on me, and I worked to fight the tears that stung my eyes.
Trenton had just attacked me. Again. And I’d only barely survived it this time.
I was more concerned with Boston. He was a different person right now. One I didn’t know how to reach. Our moment with Presley felt like it had never happened when he was standing in front of me, looking at me like I was a stranger to him.
“I didn’t stop you for him. I stopped you for you.” I took a step closer, praying he didn’t pull away. “It’s not who you are.”
He scowled at me. “Are you kidding? It’s exactly who I am. I kill people, Dempsey. It’s what I do.” He spread his arms wide. “Now that you’ve almost seen it for yourself, still want me to join your little gang of sexual deviants?”
I didn’t know what to say to make him understand that for reasons even I couldn’t explain, who he’d been before he came to Cape Canyon didn’t matter to me. But I didn’t know how to say it in a way that would reach him right now.
The answer to his question was still a yes. Of course I still wanted him. I’d known what he was. Seeing him almost strangle Trent in defense of me didn’t change how I felt about him.
Before I could say that, he dropped his head in his hands, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. Then he took off down the hallway, leaving me staring desperately after him.
I didn’t want him to leave. And part of me wanted to go after him. But I didn’t know what to say to make any of it better. Right now all I wanted was to slide into a scalding hot bath where I could scrub the feel of Trenton’s hands from my skin and his noodle cock from between my legs.
Dacre reached for me, wrapping me in his arms, his voice a low murmur. “Want to get the fuck out of here?”
I sucked in a shaky breath. “More than anything.”