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Whatever alcohol was left in my system evaporates beneath the surge of adrenaline flooding my veins.

“I said,” I shift my feet, sliding one backward into a steadier stance despite the heels, and raise my free arm—the one not holding the water.

“Let go of me, you fucking freak!"

I swing and my fist connects with his nose.

The man grunts, more from surprise than pain, but I see him recover fast.

Blood spills from his nose, and his eyes—They're so dark with fury.

I throw the first thing in my hand—my water bottle and all.

I don't wait to see if it hits him, I turn and run.

Or stumble-run, really.

My ankle twists, making me yelp more in surprise than pain. These heels are going to get me killed.

I bend, yank them off, and throw them at him, one bounces off his chest doing absolutely nothing.

Of course.

The other smacks him square in the nose I'd just punched.

The man stumbles backward.

I grab the hem of my dress and sprint barefoot like my life depends on it, because it clearly does.

“Fucking bitch!” he screams, clutching his bleeding nose. “You desperate cunt!”

“Fuck you, motherfucker!” I yell over my shoulder.

As I run, my gaze catches on someone, only for a split second.

I turn my head, barely registering the figure at all.

I'm a little too busy trying to stay alive—and not smash face-first into a fucking wall because I can't see straight.

CHAPTER 6

Evren

No Church In The Wild - Jay-Z & Kanye West ft. Frank Ocean, The-Dream

Sweat still clings to my skin, and my breathing hasn't quite settled. I'm sprawled across the couch, one arm thrown over my eyes.

That felt good.

Fucking that tight cunt always does.

A weight settles against me, and I sigh in exasperation.

A small, perfectly manicured hand—the same one that held my cock not long ago—traces the lines of my chest tattoo.

I lift my arm slightly and look down.

She probably thinks I'm going to cuddle her.