My hand is out and slapping him across the face before I know what is happening. He growls, and grabs my wrists pinning them above my head with his hand.
“Let me go Cole.” I say as I struggle to get free of his grasp.
“I don’t think so. You have been asking for this since last night and I would have had you then if not for that fuck who took you home instead. I am going to show you your place.” I start to panic. Oh my God. This can't be happening. My eyes start to fill with tears and his grip tightens. I do the only thing I can think of, I ram my knee into his crotch and when his hands loosen on mine I drop my full weight on the floor causing him to lose his hold of me.
I am on my feet and running towards the door when he grabs my hair and pulls me back causing me to cry out.
“You are going to fucking pay for that you whore.”
“Get off of me!” I scream as he pushes me face first into a locker and tries to pull my pants down. Please, please this can't be happening.
Chapter Four
Ryder
Looking at my watch, I realize she is almost ten minutes late. I unfold myself from my truck and head into the hospital. The waiting room is crazy and since no one is paying attention, I slide into the back area with a couple being let back through the auto-lock double doors. When I get to the nurse’s station, I don’t see her anywhere. There is no cause for panic, but for some reason I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. Very wrong. Sweat is trickling down my brow and this feeling in my stomach is a new one. Glancing around, I spot Magen glancing over a chart. “Mags, where is Suzy?” I say frantically.
She looks up startled. “Uh, Ryder. You scared me. The last time I saw her she was clocking out.”
“Where does that happen?” I ask impatiently.
“Third door on the right.” I take off at a run. Magen yells after me.
“You need a code.”
As I approach the door, I hear Suzy scream, but it’s muffled like a hand is over her mouth.
My flight or fight responses kick in. I don’t think, I just react. I lose my fucking mind and kick the door in. I was not prepared for what I see. Dr. Douche has my girl pinned to the floor and he is touching her chest through a torn scrub top. Her bra is torn down, and she has tears streaming down her face. Her eyes are closed, and I hate that she has resigned herself to this fate. That pisses me off even more.
I pull him off of her, tossing him a few feet away from Suzy and immediately start punching the shit out of his smug face, while he is down on the ground. I can see from the corner of my eye that she is scrambling up and is on her phone in a hurry.
“What makes you think you can touch what’s mine?” I yell in his face. I am so riled up. All those days at the gym have paid off. I just keep punching him. He says nothing, but most predators are cowards at heart, so I don’t really expect him to say anything.
My hands are bloody and torn to shreds and he is just whimpering like the piece of shit he is when I feel Suzy touch my shoulder.
“Ryder. Ryder. You have to stop. I called the police.”
Dropping my hands from his face, I back away. Her tits are still hanging out, so I pull my shirt over my head and down over hers. That dick’s blood is on it, but at least she is covered.
Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her forehead. There is no other option but to hold her. There is a real possibility I’ll snap further if I don't. Never have I been so fucking pissed before.
“Are you ok, Anamchara?” I need her to be okay. I couldn’t handle it if she wasn’t.
“I’m fine. Nothing happened.” She looks so panicked. Worried that I’ll think she is damaged goods.
“Suzy, I will never get that image out of my head. Are you sure you are ok?”
“I’m fine, I promise RyRy. I just want this dick in jail, where he belongs.”
Looking down into her eyes, noticing there is some slight bruising around her mouth and down her neck. There are still tears streaming down her beautiful face. I want to kill that mother fucker.
I look over to where Cole is curled up in the fetal position on the floor. It takes everything in me to keep from stomping his ass. He is lucky two police officers just walked into the room.
One of which is our new sheriff. Sheriff Zane Lawrence was elected in an emergency election seventeen days ago. He is Kissing Junction’s first openly gay sheriff. Everybody calls him Law. It suits him.
The previous sheriff resigned after allegations of monetary abuse while he was having an affair with Donnie’s ex-wife who is now his wife.
He took a job in another small town about fifty miles from here. Good riddance, motherfucker.