Fighting Control (Bay State Series Book 3) by Tiffany Hachey Page B

make me have sex with him. I would rather die.
    Slowly I open my eyes to see him staring down at me, his breath heavy and reeking of whiskey. When did he start drinking? He was so straight laced when we were dating.
    “I've been waiting for you to wake up. Sorry I lost my patience. I need you to feel me. I need to satisfy you. I can't do that if you're passed out now can I?”
    “Why are you doing this Eric? You left me. You broke my heart. Why didn't you just talk to me about this?” I tug on my bindings trying to loosen them to no avail.
    He looks to my wrists tied above my head and I need to think fast. “Why am I tied up? I won't go anywhere if you just talk to me. Tell me what happened. Why are you being this way Eric? Help me understand. I promise I won't try to run.”
    He eyes me suspiciously, trying to judge my sincerity. “Please Eric? You easily have a hundred pounds on me. I won't run I promise. I love you.” I swallow the bile in my mouth with the lie.
    He bends down, nestling his face in my neck as his arms stroke mine and I look around the room, taking in the one lone chair sitting next to the dresser on the opposite wall, the exit door so close in the small room. I crane my neck to see the other side of the room and he takes it as an invitation to kiss and suck my neck when its length stretches out to allow me to see. On the edge of the dresser that I couldn't see before lies the gun. The gun he used to kill the driver and I shiver. Again he gets the wrong idea and his arms leave mine to trial down to my chest but right before he gets there the door bursts open and several armed officers rush in and I see my brothers and Julian trailing in behind them.
    Before he realizes what's going on Eric's weight is torn from me and he's slammed to the floor as one of the cops cuffs him and another grabs the gun from its resting place, zipping it in an evidence bag.
    With my eyes transfixed on the scene in front of me, I hardly notice that my wrists are being freed. I'm being lifted into a pair of strong arms and the dam bursts. Tears stream down my face and onto the hard chest under it.
    I look up into Julian's tortured eyes and I bring my lips to his in a desperate kiss, a thank you for coming to my rescue. I know it's the last thing I should be thinking about right now but it's an escape, an escape from everything around me. I know I'll have questions to answer but right now I just want to be safe in his strong arms.
    I pull myself away from his mouth and tuck my head under his chin, still sobbing. “Shhh baby, I have you. You're going to be okay. He can't hurt you. He can't hurt anyone. He's going away for a long time.”
    “Thank you.” Unfolding myself from his shelter, I look over to see my brothers outside speaking to the cops. I know it's their way of giving me a few minutes with Julian but I need to get this over with. I need to talk to them. Tell them what I know about the cab driver, about Eric's wife and possibly her whole family. I don't know if it was his craziness talking or he really did those things he said. “I need to go talk to them,” I whisper.
    “Of course,” he says while standing me up and keeping my caged in his arms. “I need to hold you. Is that alright?” I nod my head, afraid to speak again once I was able to stop crying. I do know one thing for sure, I'm not going to try to control these feelings I have for him anymore. If I wouldn't have come up with an excuse not to see him after work things might have happened a little differently this afternoon.
    My imagination wanders to Julian being at my building picking me up instead of the nightmare that awaited me.
    “Tanya, may I have a few words with you? I'm Officer Hastings. I just need a few minutes of your time. Would you mind coming down to the station and filing a statement with us?” he asks.
    “I don't mind as long as Julian can come with me.”
    “That's not a problem Miss Mitchell. Your brothers can come as well if