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answering, I
scream as Vincent mangles my wrist. Stars burst at the sides of my
vision, and I sway, beginning to crumple. I hit the sidewalk with
my shoulder, and my teeth click together, hard. My wrist is still
held in his grip. I can't feel my hand.
    “Okay.” The stranger steps
forward without hesitation and punches Vincent in the
nose.
    Not a regular, movie type
of punch that's all neat and pretty. The hit snaps Vincent's head
back like a door got opened in his face.
    Releasing my wrist, he
folds like a human chair, out cold. His head bounces off the
sidewalk, landing with a crack.
    I perform a klutzy crab
crawl, trying to distance myself from my torturer. I use my hands
to push myself up and scream, falling immediately. My wrist is
useless.
    Strong arms lift me from
the cement, and I scream louder. A hand covers my mouth.
    “Shut up.” His voice fills
my ears.
    Instantly, I
still.
    Oh God, oh God, oh
God.
    “Listen to me, and listen
carefully. I'm in the middle of Blood territory, and I need to get
the hell out of here. But you answer a question first.”
    Huh?
    He turns me, his hand
still covering my mouth. Tears run out of the corners of my eyes;
my wrist is a mass of numb heat.
    “You going to
scream?”
    I shake my head. But I'm
still scared.
    He gently lifts his hand
and sets me on my feet.
    I fight nausea and the urge to
faint. I will not be weak.
    Vincent groans behind us,
and my bladder hiccups.
    “You his
whore?”
    My mouth pops
open.
    He grins, eyes flicking
over my shocked expression. “Didn't think so. Don't have the look.”
His gaze scrapes down my once-pristine outfit.
    Nice. Lech.
    I fold my arms, yelp at my
wrist.
    He frowns. “I can get you
somewhere.”
    Oh. Vincent.
    This dangerous man can get
me somewhere before Vincent wakes up.
    I narrow my eyes, and he
waits, looking bored.
    “Or you can stay here and
take your chances with Mr. Wonderful Gang Leader.” He walks closer,
towering over me, even though I’m wearing heels. “Unless I
misinterpreted the message from those pretty green eyes of yours?
You were needing help, right?” he asks in a soft whisper, but
somehow, his words are clipped and angry.
    I nod, tears scattering
before I can stop them.
    He scowls, taking my good
wrist and hauling me behind him. My heels make a racket, echoing
off the concrete. His muscular legs swings over his bike, then he
drops my hand and flicks his jaw behind him. “Hop on.”
    I've never been on a bike
before. I don't know him.
    Vincent is crawling toward
the curb, after us.
    “Stay sleeping, fucker, or
I'm going to knock your teeth down your throat,” the stranger says
in casual warning to the crawling Vincent.
    “Don't… you… fucking—”
Vincent gasps through his ruined nose.
    The stranger cups a hand
behind his ear. “Don't? You? Fucking?” He slaps his thighs, a dark
chuckle shooting out of his mouth like a cannon. “I'm not planning
on fucking you.
Sacks of shit are not on the menu.”
    “Get on,” he barks at me
again, and I mimic his mounting of the bike, though I hike up my
skirt to mid-thigh to slide on the back. He reaches behind him and
cups his hands on my butt, and I gasp as he hitches me against him.
“Hang on, blondie.”
    Blondie?
    I slip my hands around his
waist, favoring the bad one, and he takes ahold of my uninjured
hand. I notice how automatic he is. Smart.
    “I got you.”
    He rolls out of there. The
bike shakes between my legs, and his hard body is in front of mine,
heating me through his leather vest.
    I turn just my head around
to look at Vincent, and his angry eyes follow us with death
standing in his gaze.
    Mom and I will never be
safe. This gorgeous stranger just granted us time.
    Like a stay of
execution.

Chapter 3
    Wring
     
    I feel the vibration in my
pocket and with a blatant disregard for the law. I extract my phone
from my pocket and glance at the text.
     
    Noose: Don't be a dickbag. Rose is making pancakes.
     
    Fucker. He knows I like