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sex with her, entered Lena’s mind. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Triumph was going to rape her then offer her to his gang. She shook a moment. Then Kenny reached for her, and she stepped back.
“What’s wrong? What were you just thinking about?”
“You need to go, Kenny. I need sleep. I’m overtired, and I just don’t have the strength right now for this.”
He took a deep breath and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
He held her gaze, looking authoritative and in charge, making her belly quiver and other parts come alive. He was gorgeous just like his brothers. Then he smiled softly.
“Go get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She followed him, closing then locking the door behind him as he left.
She turned off the lights and felt the loss of his presence. As she snuggled under the covers, she wondered how it would feel to be kissed by someone who truly cared for her or maybe even loved her instead of by someone who used force. The moment she closed her eyes she saw the men from Rocky’s and then images of Triumph.
Would she ever truly feel safe? In Kenny’s embrace she did, and that was what she focused on as she drifted off into a deep sleep.
* * * *
It had seemed as though she had only just fallen asleep when she heard someone yelling outside. She debated about going to see, her body struggling to get out of the warm bed when she was achy and also comfortable. The yelling continued along with strikes of lightning that illuminated her room followed by rolls of fierce thunder. Maybe she was just dreaming that she heard yelling as she listened closer between Mother Nature’s violent sounds.
She couldn’t make out the words, and she worried that perhaps the men from Rocky’s had found out where she lived. She got out of bed and walked slowly toward the front window, deciding it was better to leave the lights off.
She peeked through the curtains and saw the flashes of lightning then the image of a half-naked man in the darkness.
“Fuck you! Take me now, will you? Just take me fucking now!”
It was Bryant, Doc’s son. He had a bottle of something in his hand and stumbled around in the rain. She saw him limping. She saw his naked upper body, filled with dips of muscle upon muscle. He had tattoos on his arm and shoulder that led to his back. His hair looked dark from where she stood, and as the lightning struck again, illuminating the yard, she saw his face.
She placed her hand over her heart. She felt the ache to her chest and the tears hit her eyes.
That poor man was suffering something terrible. He yelled some more then threw the bottle into the air causing it to crash and break against a boulder near the front yard.
He punched the column that stood on either side of the steps to the front porch then kicked the door before he pulled it open and slammed the door shut.
She stood there a few more seconds, wondering what had caused such anger and pain? She remembered the conversation with Doc, his brothers, and Abigail. They were desperate. They had every right to feel concerned, and Lena wondered what she should do.
She walked back to bed, feeling tired but also as if something changed within her. She was used to verbal abuse and neglect. She had learned how to tune it out to some extent. She wouldn’t back down from the soldier’s drunkenness. She would do the job Doc was paying her for and clean his son’s house, make him meals and all while conveniently living next door.
Climbing into bed, she could no longer think of anything else as fatigue sent her into a deep sleep.
* * * *
Kenny was furious with Lena. How dare she lie to him and not even tell him what happened at Rocky’s last night. She could have been raped by those dirtbag, drunken womanizers. Jesus!
He dialed the doctor’s office and asked to speak with her.
“She’s not here, Deputy Jones,” Lucy, the secretary, told him.
“Why not?” he demanded to know, and he heard her intake of
“What’s wrong? What were you just thinking about?”
“You need to go, Kenny. I need sleep. I’m overtired, and I just don’t have the strength right now for this.”
He took a deep breath and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
He held her gaze, looking authoritative and in charge, making her belly quiver and other parts come alive. He was gorgeous just like his brothers. Then he smiled softly.
“Go get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She followed him, closing then locking the door behind him as he left.
She turned off the lights and felt the loss of his presence. As she snuggled under the covers, she wondered how it would feel to be kissed by someone who truly cared for her or maybe even loved her instead of by someone who used force. The moment she closed her eyes she saw the men from Rocky’s and then images of Triumph.
Would she ever truly feel safe? In Kenny’s embrace she did, and that was what she focused on as she drifted off into a deep sleep.
* * * *
It had seemed as though she had only just fallen asleep when she heard someone yelling outside. She debated about going to see, her body struggling to get out of the warm bed when she was achy and also comfortable. The yelling continued along with strikes of lightning that illuminated her room followed by rolls of fierce thunder. Maybe she was just dreaming that she heard yelling as she listened closer between Mother Nature’s violent sounds.
She couldn’t make out the words, and she worried that perhaps the men from Rocky’s had found out where she lived. She got out of bed and walked slowly toward the front window, deciding it was better to leave the lights off.
She peeked through the curtains and saw the flashes of lightning then the image of a half-naked man in the darkness.
“Fuck you! Take me now, will you? Just take me fucking now!”
It was Bryant, Doc’s son. He had a bottle of something in his hand and stumbled around in the rain. She saw him limping. She saw his naked upper body, filled with dips of muscle upon muscle. He had tattoos on his arm and shoulder that led to his back. His hair looked dark from where she stood, and as the lightning struck again, illuminating the yard, she saw his face.
She placed her hand over her heart. She felt the ache to her chest and the tears hit her eyes.
That poor man was suffering something terrible. He yelled some more then threw the bottle into the air causing it to crash and break against a boulder near the front yard.
He punched the column that stood on either side of the steps to the front porch then kicked the door before he pulled it open and slammed the door shut.
She stood there a few more seconds, wondering what had caused such anger and pain? She remembered the conversation with Doc, his brothers, and Abigail. They were desperate. They had every right to feel concerned, and Lena wondered what she should do.
She walked back to bed, feeling tired but also as if something changed within her. She was used to verbal abuse and neglect. She had learned how to tune it out to some extent. She wouldn’t back down from the soldier’s drunkenness. She would do the job Doc was paying her for and clean his son’s house, make him meals and all while conveniently living next door.
Climbing into bed, she could no longer think of anything else as fatigue sent her into a deep sleep.
* * * *
Kenny was furious with Lena. How dare she lie to him and not even tell him what happened at Rocky’s last night. She could have been raped by those dirtbag, drunken womanizers. Jesus!
He dialed the doctor’s office and asked to speak with her.
“She’s not here, Deputy Jones,” Lucy, the secretary, told him.
“Why not?” he demanded to know, and he heard her intake of
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