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No one.
I swipe my tears away and place the picture in a box before packing the rest of my stuff. I have bigger issues to deal with. There’s no time to reminisce about my tortured past.
My father won’t ever see me again. No one knows about my past, and my future is hopeful.
For the most part.
When my apartment is void of all my belongings, I carry the boxes to my car. The bigger clothes boxes fit in my trunk with the cleaning box, and the other three boxes fit in the back seat.
I run back inside to grab my clothes hamper and my pillow and place them in the front seat.
Large hands wrap around my arms and a deep male voice says, “Don’t move and no one will get hurt.”
I gasp. “I don’t have any money and have very few belongings.”
“Shut up, bitch.”
“Please, just let me go.”
Another man cackles. “It’s cute when they beg. It’s even better when they beg on their knees when my cock is in their mouth.”
The man behind me chuckles.
I spin around, catching him off guard. I punch him in the stomach. He grunts in pain and hunches over, giving me an opportunity to punch him in his nose.
“Fucking Bitch. You’ll pay for this.”
Ripping his grip off my arms, I run around the car and reach for my door handle.
If I can get in my car, I can get away from him.
The other man anticipates my move. He stalks over to me and wraps his arms around me in a bear hug.
I try to throw my head back to headbutt him, but he pushes me into my car door. The door handle jams into my hip. I have to bite back the urge to scream out in pain.
His hand threads through the back of my hair a second before he yanks on it. My head snaps back, forcing me to stare up at the sky.
“Stop fucking fighting, or I’ll shoot you. The boss may want you alive, but you’re not worth the trouble.”
I ignore his warning and fight back.
I’m not going down without a fight and if his boss wants me, then he’s going to have to earn it.
I lift up my leg and push back with all my strength.
“Son of a bitch.” He grunts as I kick him in his knee.
He lets go of me with one arm a second before something hits me in the back of my head.
My vision goes black as I’m knocked out.
I guess I’m going to meet their boss.
Chapter Four
JOSEPH
Coach Bobby standsup at the front of the bus and addresses us as we finally arrive at the hotel after fighting through miles of traffic.