Zara as we followed him out through the back. We needed to make sure Mr. Monroe wasn’t going anywhere before we could trigger the alarm, letting the FBI know he was there. We’d need to stun or paralyze him before we left, though. That meant we would have to take out all of his men, too, or try to get Mr. Monroe alone somehow.
My eyes widened as we entered the back room. There had to be at least ten men standing around or sitting, drinking and laughing. Some had strippers on their laps and were happily ‘getting it on.’
“I’m not sure this is our kind of party.” I pretended to act flustered, taking in all the greedy eyes looking at Zara and me.
“Oh, I don’t think you have the choice to leave now,” a stocky man sneered, coming up behind me. “We want you to stay.”
“I…I have a boyfriend,” I stuttered, trying to work out the best plan of action. I couldn’t see Zara and me being able to stick together. We’d need to split up if we stood any chance of getting close to Mr. Monroe. Quickly scanning the crowd, I realized he wasn’t there. I did, however, notice a few doors in the far corner of the room.
“Do you think that would stop me?” the guy chuckled darkly, pulling me hard against his chest. “Come on, you know you want me.” I began to fight against him, hitting his chest as he started to drag me toward a side door. I was gripping my purse tightly, and as soon as we were out of view, I was going to make this guy pay. If there was one type of man that I hated more than anything, it was one who took a woman without asking, or thinking about the consequences or the damage they were inflicting when they did. They were monsters and deserved to pay in an extremely agonizing way. My eyes darted toward Zara before I was pulled out of sight. Mr. Dangerous was making advances toward her, and I really hoped she could handle it. She’d trained for missions like this, so I knew she had the skills.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” my attacker growled, pulling me into a room. The moment the door closed, I switched character. This asshole was going down .
“Actually, asshole, you’re not,” I glared, squaring my shoulders and awaiting his attack.
“Oh, you want to play it this way?” He laughed darkly, licking his lips. “It turns me on when a girl resists so much. I hope you’re a screamer, too.” The rage in me was burning into pure fury!
The asshole made his move, trying to grab my wrists. I flicked my hands up, spun around, and pressed my purse against his neck, tazing him on full power. His body began to jerk and convulse from the intense shock.
“Men like you make me sick! I hope you rot in hell when your time comes,” I spat just before he fell to the ground.
After ten minutes, I ripped my dress and ruffled my hair into a mess, then stunned the asshole again. I didn’t want him waking up anytime soon. Zara had already messaged me to say she’d taken out the other asshole. He’d dragged her into a coat closet, so she’d left him there. She’d already gone back out to try and find Mr. Monroe.
I opened the door, stumbling out. No one was watching me, but I noticed Zara was straddling a guy. As she moved, I smirked. She’d found Mr. Monroe. Now all we had to do was get him alone, which might not be too difficult.
“Zara,” I stressed, “we need to go!” Mr. Monroe looked around her at me, his eyes widening as he took me in.
“You’re leaving already? But we only just met.”
“Yes, I don’t feel safe here!” I spat.
“I have a back room. You’ll feel safe there. Have one drink with me at least. Your friend can join us, too.”
“I…I…”
“You’ll be safer there than out here. I can’t control my men around sexy woman like you.”
“One drink,” I replied, allowing Mr. Monroe to lead us into his back room.
The new space we entered was an office with a large leather couch. Mr. Monroe locked the door before turning to smile at both of
My eyes widened as we entered the back room. There had to be at least ten men standing around or sitting, drinking and laughing. Some had strippers on their laps and were happily ‘getting it on.’
“I’m not sure this is our kind of party.” I pretended to act flustered, taking in all the greedy eyes looking at Zara and me.
“Oh, I don’t think you have the choice to leave now,” a stocky man sneered, coming up behind me. “We want you to stay.”
“I…I have a boyfriend,” I stuttered, trying to work out the best plan of action. I couldn’t see Zara and me being able to stick together. We’d need to split up if we stood any chance of getting close to Mr. Monroe. Quickly scanning the crowd, I realized he wasn’t there. I did, however, notice a few doors in the far corner of the room.
“Do you think that would stop me?” the guy chuckled darkly, pulling me hard against his chest. “Come on, you know you want me.” I began to fight against him, hitting his chest as he started to drag me toward a side door. I was gripping my purse tightly, and as soon as we were out of view, I was going to make this guy pay. If there was one type of man that I hated more than anything, it was one who took a woman without asking, or thinking about the consequences or the damage they were inflicting when they did. They were monsters and deserved to pay in an extremely agonizing way. My eyes darted toward Zara before I was pulled out of sight. Mr. Dangerous was making advances toward her, and I really hoped she could handle it. She’d trained for missions like this, so I knew she had the skills.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” my attacker growled, pulling me into a room. The moment the door closed, I switched character. This asshole was going down .
“Actually, asshole, you’re not,” I glared, squaring my shoulders and awaiting his attack.
“Oh, you want to play it this way?” He laughed darkly, licking his lips. “It turns me on when a girl resists so much. I hope you’re a screamer, too.” The rage in me was burning into pure fury!
The asshole made his move, trying to grab my wrists. I flicked my hands up, spun around, and pressed my purse against his neck, tazing him on full power. His body began to jerk and convulse from the intense shock.
“Men like you make me sick! I hope you rot in hell when your time comes,” I spat just before he fell to the ground.
After ten minutes, I ripped my dress and ruffled my hair into a mess, then stunned the asshole again. I didn’t want him waking up anytime soon. Zara had already messaged me to say she’d taken out the other asshole. He’d dragged her into a coat closet, so she’d left him there. She’d already gone back out to try and find Mr. Monroe.
I opened the door, stumbling out. No one was watching me, but I noticed Zara was straddling a guy. As she moved, I smirked. She’d found Mr. Monroe. Now all we had to do was get him alone, which might not be too difficult.
“Zara,” I stressed, “we need to go!” Mr. Monroe looked around her at me, his eyes widening as he took me in.
“You’re leaving already? But we only just met.”
“Yes, I don’t feel safe here!” I spat.
“I have a back room. You’ll feel safe there. Have one drink with me at least. Your friend can join us, too.”
“I…I…”
“You’ll be safer there than out here. I can’t control my men around sexy woman like you.”
“One drink,” I replied, allowing Mr. Monroe to lead us into his back room.
The new space we entered was an office with a large leather couch. Mr. Monroe locked the door before turning to smile at both of
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