Unattainable (Undeniable, #3)(80)

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Michael: Running late.

Confused, she glanced up and came face-to-face with the chief of police, Daniel Mooresville.

“Ellie.” He sneered and she caught the strong scent of liquor on his breath and immediately backed away. “Been waiting a long time to get you without your f*cking babysitter.”

Stepping inside the classroom, he closed the door behind him. “You’ll give it up to biker scum, but not to me?”

Fear shot up from her stomach, curled around her quickly beating heart, and lodged itself in her throat. She had nowhere to run. She was on the second floor, and Daniel was blocking her only exit. She was trapped.

“Daniel,” she said, her voice shaking as she continued backing away. “Please don’t do this.”

“SHUT UP!” he roared, whipping his gun out of its holster and pointing it at her. “You made a fool out of me! Do you know who I am? How many women in this town would have killed to be in your position?”

A violent shudder wracked through Ellie’s body. She was too terrified to speak.

“Get on the floor,” he demanded.

No. Oh God, no. Please God, please don’t let this happen. This couldn’t be happening.

“DID YOU HEAR ME?” he yelled. “Get on the f*cking floor!”

Ellie felt the whispers of defeat begin to settle heavily in the pit of her stomach. Swallowing hard, she set her purse and phone on her desk and then slowly made her way to the floor.

“Lay down,” he commanded as he walked toward her, and she did as he asked.

Towering over her, his weapon still trained on her, Daniel reached for his pants, and pulled open his belt.

Ellie’s vision began to swim and she tried desperately to suck in much-needed air.

“Pull up your dress.”

Trembling, sweating, yet cold with fear, Ellie reached down and pulled up her dress. As Daniel knelt in between her legs, his pants sagging off his hips, his erection already freed of his boxers, Ellie turned her head away and squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

She wouldn’t fight him this time, she told herself. She would lie here and take it and then maybe it wouldn’t hurt, maybe he would let her live, maybe…

She winced as Daniel gripped one of her breasts tightly and twisted hard. His hand was between her legs now, pushing her underwear to the side and, oh my God, no, no, no…

Her teeth ground together, her jaw locked.

It hurt. She wasn’t ready for him, not at all. Her body was tense, so tightly strung, if he did manage to get inside of her, it was going to be painful.

Ellie held her breath and began to pray. She prayed to every god, in every religion she could think of. She prayed for her life, she prayed to be able to see her family again, she just continued to pray, focusing solely on prayer while Daniel cursed as he tried to push inside of her.

A loud crash sounded and her eyes flew open. Daniel’s head whipped around and the next thing she knew Daniel was no longer on top of her but flying across the classroom, taking out an entire row of desks as he went. Dirty stood above her, staring down at her, his eyes wide, his features tight, causing the veins in his neck to bulge.

“Did he?” he asked through clenched teeth. Already pushing herself up and her dress down, Ellie shook her head frantically. “No,” she said, scrambling to her feet.

He nodded. “Go,” he said darkly. “Grab your shit and go straight to my place. Right now.”

Ellie glanced over at Daniel, who was lying on the floor across the room, holding his head and groaning.

“Go!” Dirty yelled, spurring Ellie into action. She grabbed her purse and phone and ran from the room. She ran through the empty hallways, down the stairs, and burst out the front door. She ran the entire way to Dirty’s apartment.

Then she crawled in his bed, pulled the covers up over her head, and burst into tears.

Dirty was going to kill him and as awful as that was, she honestly didn’t care. What she cared about was what was going to happen to Dirty after the fact.

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“I f*ckin’ hate this place,” Ripper muttered, glancing at the rundown condos at the edge of town. Dirty glanced up from the ground where Daniel lay unconscious, and looked at Ripper. “We took care of everything?”

Ripper shrugged. “I cleaned up the classroom, Anger’s choppin’ the police car as we speak, and the only other motherf*cker inside that school was one of the secretaries and she didn’t even bat a f*ckin’ eyelash when I told her she didn’t hear nothin’, didn’t see nothin’, and didn’t know nothin’.”

“How much did you give her?”

Ripper snorted. “Too much.”

“Blowback?”

Ripper shrugged again. “Maybe. But we ain’t ever spilled local blood before. We protect our town, they know that.”

“Thanks for doin’ this,” he said, and Ripper’s gaze shot to him.

Ripper shook his head. “Brother,” he said, “if that was my old lady that f*cker tried to rape, he’d already be eatin’ dirt.”

“I’m givin’ it to him slow,” Dirty gritted out. “Least I can do.”

Ripper smiled grimly and held out his fist. “You do what you gotta do, dude. Call Cox if you need help with the body. I’m gonna swing by the club a little later and let the prez know what’s up anyway.”