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“We should leave. Please, before someone shows up. We’ll just go,” I begged, trying to prolong what was clearly an inevitable.

When Z set his gun down on the side table, I lurched up in a feeble attempt to get it.

His hand closed tightly around my throat. Using his hold, he pushed me down onto my pillow.

My stomach heaved as I tried to breathe around the pressure.

“We’ll leave when I’m done and my scent is on you. After it’s me you’re screaming for.” Getting up onto his knees, his hand pressed harder against my throat while he focused on undoing his pants.

As my head started pounding and my lungs burned from lack of air, I fought hard.

Not against Z, or what he was trying to do. His grip was too tight and his body pinned me in place.

I fought against instinct.

When the black around the edge of my vision started creeping in, I welcomed it. I knew what was going to happen, whether I was awake or not.

I chose not.

I heard a final muffled noise. Then blissful nothingness.

*******

Jake

“I gotta grab my keys from the office,” I said to Rachel as she led me from Piper’s kitchen.

When we entered the room, the men were still in there.

Probably discussin’ the best way to handle me losin’ my damn mind.

At the sight of Rachel hangin’ on my arm, they looked ready to physically take me down.

“Brother, I know you’re hurting but are you out of your fuckin’ head?” Eli asked.

“Rachel, believe me, I meanallthe offense in the world when I say this because I truly do think you’re a cock-juggling thundercunt,” Kase started before lookin’ at me. “Dude, if you’re wanting what Rachel’s gonna give you, you’d be better off dipping your dick in honey and sticking it down a fuckin’ fire ant hole. You’ll still get that burning sensation, but it’ll save you the embarrassing trip to the doctor for a large dose of penicillin.” He looked back at her. “Once again, Rachel, I mean that in just the absoluteworstpossible fuckin’ way.”

“Fuck you, Kase. You’re just jealous we never hooked up,” Rachel spat, movin’ closer to me.

“Damn, you’ve figured me out. I’m totally heartbroken.” Kase sighed dramatically. “My secret fetish has always been to fuck a chick with fake titties. Especially one whose snatch is probably so loose by now that it’d be like throwing a hot dog down a hallway.”

“Are you gonna let him say that shit?” Rachel asked me, crossin’ her arms under said fake tits.

“‘Course not. Kase, there’s nothin’ wrong with good fake tits.” I watched as she started to smile smugly at Kase. “That bein’ said, Rachel’s are seriously jacked up. But don’t lump all fake ones together. Plus, man, if you think I’m dippin’ my dick in anythin’ but Piper, you’re outta your mind. Rachel’s only here ‘cause my gut’s sayin’ Chloe and her are up to somethin’.”

“I don’t know shit,” Rachel denied, clearly lyin’ as she moved towards the door. Xavier and Eli were already positioned in front of it, no doubt to block me from leavin’ with her.

“I know you’re a bitch, but that doesn’t mean you’re not smart about this shit. No way would you go along with anythin’ unless you were sure you’d get somethin’ out of it. Edge and his woman already said you were spoutin’ shit about Chloe hookin’ you up with someone. What made you think she’d be able to pull off that miracle?”

“Even if I knew anything, why the fuck would I tell you?” Her lips curved up as she put her hands to her waist. “Especially after all this?”

“See? You just proved my point. You won’t do shit unless there’s somethin’ in it for you. And I’ve got somethin’ to offer you that I know you’ll want. But you have to tell me what Chloe’s plan is, and I mean every detail.”

Her eyes lit gleefully. She’d happily rat out her girl for whatever she could get. “What is it?”

“I won’t call the cops.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Why would I care? You can’t prove I know anything.”