Scum.

He moved down, over my ass, and then to the folds between my legs. His tongue lapped at the area, kissing my clit and then sucking it.

I was repulsed, broken. The tears came to the surface of my eyes even though I tried to fight them. After everything I did to help other people, this was how I met my end. I would be raped and then murdered.

I wished Calloway would come to save me.

But I knew I was on my own. He would have no way of figuring out where Hank took me. And even if he did, by the time he figured it out, I’d already be dead.

Hank dropped his pants and boxers then crawled on top of me, his hard dick pressed between my ass cheeks. His arms were positioned on either side of me, and his heavy breaths fell on the back of my neck. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” He ground his cock against my ass, a drop of moisture leaking from the head then smearing against my skin.

No, this couldn’t be real.

“I’ve gotta make up for our lost time, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that,” I hissed. Only one man called me that.

“Hit a nerve, huh?” He moved his lips to my ear and kissed the shell. “I’ll call you sweetheart all I want. For the next twenty-four hours, you’re mine. I’m gonna ruin this pussy and this asshole. Make that bitch think twice before slapping me.” He grabbed the base of his cock and shoved his head into my entrance.

“Stop!” I lost all sense of calm when I felt him push inside me. “Hank, don’t do this. Think about what you’re doing right now.”

“Oh, I am.” He pushed harder.

I felt him slide into me, making my pussy clench hard to keep him out. My body immediately knew his dick didn’t belong there. Only Calloway did. I felt the black diamond sit on my right hand, the promise Calloway and I made to one another. It was the only thing that gave me comfort in the most painful moment of my life.

“Get. Off. Her.”

I would recognize that voice anywhere. I heard it in my dreams, heard it in my thoughts. I turned to the right and saw Calloway standing there in his suit, red stains all across his white collared shirt. He held a gun, and it was pointed right at Hank. “Calloway…” I gripped the sheets underneath me and nearly burst into tears at the sight of him. I didn’t know how he got there, and I didn’t care. He was my savior.

Hank tensed on top of me, his cock still hard and pressed against my ass. He suddenly grabbed me by the neck and rolled over, covering his body with mine so Calloway couldn’t shoot him. “Leave, or I’ll snap her neck.”

“Let her go, and I’ll let you leave.” Calloway stepped forward with the gun still pointed at Hank. “This offer will expire in five seconds.”

Hank stared him down, his hand still tight on my neck. Most of his body was blocked by mine, so there was no way Calloway could get a good shot without risking my safety. “I suggest you—”

Calloway pulled the trigger and hit Hank on the side of the skull. Blood sprayed across the bedding and my skin, his skin and tissues sticking to everything.

Hank immediately went limp and fell back, his body collapsing onto the bed. His arm fell forward, releasing me from my hold.

That was when I started to sob. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I scooted out of the way to get as far away from Hank as I could. When he was alive, he was repulsive. But when he was dead, he was even more grotesque. “Oh my god…”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” Calloway came to the foot of the bed and pulled me into his arms, leaving the gun on the corner of the mattress. “I’m here. He can’t hurt you anymore.” He wrapped his arms around me, but he didn’t hug me nearly as tightly as he should.

That’s when I felt the blood from his shirt.

“Calloway…?”

I looked down and saw the bloodstains all over his clothes. He’d had those before he even walked through the door, long before he caught up to Hank and me. “Is this yours…?”

He nodded weakly, his jaw tense. “Isabella…she shot me.” He suddenly breathed deeply, like he was slipping away.

“Oh god. Why didn’t you go to a hospital?”

His eyes started to become lidded and heavy. “Because…I had to save you.” He fell back and closed his eyes, his body growing limp.

“Calloway!” I shook him.

No response.

No, this couldn’t be happening.

I stuck my hand in his pockets and pulled out his phone, but I dropped it on the ground because I was shaking so much. I finally got it in my hands again and called the first number that came to mind, 9-1-1.

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