Her mind raced. Suddenly she heard Rafe’s voice—soft but calm. “Keep him talking, Simone. We’re on our way.”
When he clicked off, she felt relieved to know he was coming, but at the same time, with the connection broken, she felt very much alone. Uncomfortably alone. She had no idea what this man was capable of. She picked up a baseball bat she kept by the door and hefted it. It felt good in her hand. The question was whether she could really hit him with it hard enough to stop him. She didn’t want to hurt him.
For Christ’s sake, Simone, you don’t want to hurt him? Look what he’s threatening!
The man outside was getting angry. “Stop wasting time. Me standing on the doorstep like this is getting people to stare.”
“Let them stare. Are you afraid of them seeing you?”
He shifted uncomfortably. “Okay, I get it. You need me to make this a real rape, bitch. Maybe I need to kick this fucking door down. And as far as people watching, I can invite some other friends, and we can take turns showing you a good time.”
“What site did you see this on?”
“Whaddya mean?”
“You said you saw my profile.”
“On rapefantasy.com, of course. How many sites are you on?”
“None.”
“Bullshit. How did I know about you?”
“Because some moron put my address on that site to harass me. He knew some jerk like you would be dumb enough to think a woman wants some strange guy banging on her door announcing he’s here to rape her.”
“That’s crap, bitch.”
Despite his words, at the moment the guy sounded less sure of himself. She was glad he hesitated, because standing inside the door, clutching her bat in a white-knuckled grip, Simone wasn’t certain how strong her front door was, and that was all that was keeping this clown from doing his best to attack her. She struggled with the idea he could actually believe what he had seen on that site.
She didn’t think the guy would actually break in, but he was stupid enough to think she’d put a profile on a website begging guys to come over and force her to have sex, so she couldn’t be certain what he’d do. She had no experience with men like this—thank goodness. She tried to think of things to say to change the topic, but this was a single-issue guy.
A roar broke the silence—theglorious sound of Rafe and Max’s motorcycles pulling up. They shut down and came running up to the house. “Hey, stupid, get off the porch.”
Simone looked out and saw the man turn, surprised at Max’s words. “I was here first.”
“That was your first mistake. Don’t make it your last.” Rafe spoke in a menacing tone.
“I was invited.”
Rafe moved in a blur, grabbing the man by the arm, slamming him into a wall and pulling his wallet from his pocket as Max took his other arm, crowding him in. The man wobbled as Rafe let him go. He took out the man’s license and tossed it and the wallet to Max. “Okay, Dean Aron, you say you were invited. Well, guess what, I know the guy who invited you.”
“Guy?”
“You like guys, Dean?” Max put the license back in the wallet and handed it to the man.
“No.”
“Then you’d hate this one. He’s a real asshole who thinks that putting up a woman’s profile as a revenge thing is funny. He’s something—maybe not as big and dumb as you, now that I think of it, but even creepier. You get points for just being an idiot.” Rafe shook his head, his tone dripping with disgust.
“What are you talking about?”
Max grunted. “Just this. You’ve been set up.”
“Set up?” The ape’s mouth dropped open.
Rafe sighed impatiently. “Are you really that slow? The lady at this address is the old lady of a guy who eats nails.” He showed him his colors. “Tangle with anyone at this address, and you’ll have to deal with The Road Kings.”
Max tapped his temple. “I have your address up here now, and maybe we should ask our buddies to stop by and have tea with you and your wife. You’re married, aren’t you, Dean?”