Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I rode the wave of emotions I was feeling and the night went by quickly. Jace never said a word to me about Daimon. Thankfully, Elissa never saw it and Darren acted like he didn’t know. To be perfectly honest, I preferred it this way. I didn’t want to explain what had occurred between us. We no longer existed and I was glad it was all over now.
“Bye, Addie,” Pete called out as I left the bar.
“Night, Pete. See you.” I waved over my head and headed down the street.
I at least had the presence of mind to bring my shitty car. I had parked it a few blocks down from the bar. The street was eerily quiet, making me nervous. I hated walking alone late at night. As I made my way to my car, I couldn’t help but feel like shit. Daimon had really fucked me up. I hated that I was so bothered by seeing someone around him. He was the one who sought me out and made this stupid deal with me. So why the fuck did he break the rules? Didn’t he need my help anymore?
“Looking good, Addie,” Frank said as he walked over to me from the opposite end of the street. The fucker came out from the shadows. My heart jumped and started to beat rapidly. “You never looked like that when you were with me. Maybe if you had, I would still be with you,” he grinned.
“What do you want, Frank?” I asked as I clutched at my purse and stepped away from him.
“I came to see about my money. Honestly, Addie, and here I thought you were a smart girl.” He shook his head at me like I was an idiot. “So where’s my money, bitch?” He took a few menacing steps closer.
“Get away from me,” I yelled and began to run down the quiet sidewalk. The streetlights barely worked, and no one was around.
I finally made it to my car. I reached for the door, but the fucking thing wouldn’t open. I tried pulling at it, but nothing. I yanked and still nothing. Fuck! It was stuck. Before I knew it Frank latched onto me and threw me onto the car.
“I like the little number you’re wearing,” he breathed as he lay on top of me, his chest pinning me down and his hand slowly riding up my thigh.
“Get off me,” I yelled, but he didn’t move.
“If you won’t pay me, I’ll just make you pay in other ways,” he said callously as he began to move up my dress. I felt his cold fingertips on my skin making me shiver in fear.
“Please stop,” I begged as I tried to fight back.
“You smell so good, Addie,” Frank said low and slow.
“GET THE FUCK OFF HER!”
I stumbled free from Frank. He was no longer on me, but on the ground as Daimon straddled him and began pummeling him.
“Stop!” I cried out. “Daimon, stop. Please!” I begged.
When he wouldn’t stop, I ran to him and pulled him off. Frank lay limp on the ground not moving, blood slowly seeping from Frank’s nose and face. Daimon’s chest was moving rapidly as he breathed erratically. His mouth opened to help him breathe as he glared at Frank on the ground. He fished out his phone and called the police.
“Yeah. I just beat the shit out of a guy who was trying to rape my girlfriend,” Daimon said to whoever was on the phone. “Yeah, we’ll be here.” He hung up as his eyes turned to me. “Why did you stop me?” he shouted.
I stood shaking. He sighed, his eyes softened, and he took of his jacket and placed it on my shoulders. “It’s your fault that it smells like whiskey,” he said ruefully. I stared at Frank as he lay motionless on the ground.
“I didn’t want you associated with my pile of shit,” I said quietly, sobbing as I looked away.
“What?” Daimon asked as he made me face him. I kept my head down staring at the pavement. He crouched down to see my face; his beautiful sky colored eyes, a stunning liquid blue were now peering through me.
“I don’t want you to be tainted by me,” I said again as I looked into his eyes, wishing I could dive into the ocean of his irises.
“Fuck, Addie. You’re not shit and I can never be tainted by you.” He reached his hand up and touched my face, but I winced in pain. “Did he hit you?” he asked angrily.
“I don’t know.” I whispered.
***
The police came and took our statements. Daimon called his lawyer and we were finally free to go home.
“Your car is shit,” he said, as I tried to get into my car again, but the stupid doors were still jammed. What did it matter anyways? Daimon insisted he was driving me home. “Leave it there and I’ll have it towed tomorrow.”