“I think I’ll skip the pie. I’ve lost my appetite.”
I start to walk out, but he grabs me at the elbow and jerks me back, his breath suffocating me as he leans in far too close.
“Damon, let me go.”
“I’m just trying to talk to my grandson’s mother. What’s so wrong with that?” he slurs out.
His eyes are wild, the devil nesting in their glaze, and he moves in to pin me against the wall.
“Damon, stop, please. You don’t want to do this. You’re just fucked up.”
He laughs wildly.
“Fucked up? Damn you sound sexy saying that word.”
I feel the bile rising to the back of my throat as his lips try to reach mine. I’m pushing with all my strength to force him off me, but I’m not strong enough. If this bastard touches me, I’ll fucking kill him.
“Damon, Tag will kick your ass for this,” I growl as I turn my head away to try to catch a breath his disgusting secretion hasn’t tainted.
He laughs maliciously, as his hips press harder against me and his hand grabs my breast.
“Honey, do you have any idea how many of Tag’s girls I’ve fucked? They all want two things - money and dick. I’ve got both. My son’s wealth is my wealth, and they know it. Same as you. I promise I’ll help you relax in ways you’ve never imagined.”
He grabs my ass and starts tugging at my shorts, his body moving enough to give me a little mobility, and I knee him in the crotch as hard as I can. His air leaves his lungs in a harsh, loud breath, and I start running toward the bedroom.
I cry out as he jerks me by the hair, and then I slap the floor hard with a loud crashing thud.
“You fucking cunt!” he blares. “Hold still.”
“No!” I scream as he starts trying to pull my shorts down. “No! No! Please, no!”
Before he can touch me anywhere else, his body is ripped off mine and goes flying against the wall. My eyes can’t adjust to the dark of the living room at first, but when they do, I see Tag’s fist colliding with Damon’s face over and over.
“Tag!” Wren screeches as he leaps over a coffee table. “Dude, stop. You’ll kill him.”
Tag doesn’t stop, and it takes Wren and Billy to pull him off before the bloody pulp left of Damon collapses to the floor, still breathing.
“Fucking piece of shit,” Tag growls through gritted teeth before kicking the unconscious lump in the gut.
He rips free from Billy and Wren’s grasp as Shannon dives to be at my side.
“Holy shit, Ash. Are you okay?” she gushes as she smoothes my hair from my face.
“I’m fine,” I hoarsely release as my whole body shakes from the adrenaline high.
Tag kneels beside me and scoops me up to pull me to his body. He carries me over to the couch and sits down to nestle me onto his lap.
“Call the cops,” he says to Wren, who nods while pulling out his phone. Then he turns to me. “What all did he do to you?”
The guilt in his face makes me force back the terror and nerves begging to break free in a feverish flood of tears.
“Nothing. You got here in time,” I mutter while wrapping my arms around his neck.
He pulls me closer, and I bury my face in his neck as he holds me. I would have never in all my life thought an embrace could be this comforting, but then again, I’ve never truly loved someone the way I do him.
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