Page 103 of Silver Fire
He was asking her to eat after he had just dropped some life-altering news. He was taking her away from her life. Her heart clenched. Away from Derek. Fury overtook her better judgment as she swept the tray off the mattress. The plate and glass crashed to the floor.
“You eat it!” Sophie screeched at him. “I’ve done what you wanted me to do. I built your damned bomb. Let me go. I don’t care if I have to hitchhike with Beth out of here. You cannot take me away! You can’t!”
Justin looked at the mess on the floor. He was pale, his skin stretched taut over his face. When he trained his gaze back at her, she knew she had pushed him too far. His eyes were dark with unbridled anger.
“You have defied me for the last time.” His voice was low and ominous.
He began to unbutton his shirt. Sophie felt her anger dissipate into gnawing fear. She tried to get away from him, scampering to the other end of the bed, but he grabbed her leg and yanked her toward him and he fell on her.
“No!” She yelled, striking out at him, her nails scratching his face. With a roar, Justin reared back and struck her across the face. Sophie felt the right cheek explode with pain. In the few seconds it took for her to recover, Justin had unzipped her shorts and tore them away from her, taking her underwear with them.
Oh god, Sophie screamed silently in horror.He is going to rape me. Pinning her down again, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. She felt it nudge heavily against her thighs which she had kept clenched together.
He kissed her ruthlessly. Sophie kept her mouth closed. Growling in frustration, Justin gripped her chin and said, “Kiss me back, damn you!” Sophie stared up at him in defiance even as her tears blurred her vision. “Damn you,” he repeated and started frantically kissing her all over her face. “Kiss me. Love me,” he muttered over and over. His hand went under her tank top, slipping under the shelf bra to squeeze her breasts. He groaned into her neck and Sophie felt his erection hardening rapidly against her thighs.
She had to think fast. She could do this. She had prepared for such a situation ever since he had ordered her to strip. Maia’s voice echoed in her head, remembering the impromptu self-defense training the red-haired Guardian taught her.In a fight where your strength is at a disadvantage, use distraction, look for a weapon and go for the carotid artery if you can.
Sophie moaned, pretending to be aroused. Justin stilled and looked at her, wonder in his eyes. She parted her lips, and her tormentor immediate crushed his lips on her, kissing her hard.
“I want fucking inside you,” Justin growled as he started kissing her neck at the same time yanking her legs apart and settling between her thighs. She felt bile rise to her throat.Concentrate Sophie!She stroked his back with her right hand while her left hand searched and found the small screwdriver she had stolen from the lab under her pillow. She felt the tip of his cock nudge at her entrance. “Finally,” he gasped as he shifted his hips back preparing to thrust.
Fueled by adrenaline, Sophie bucked her hips and shifted her thighs higher around Justin’s waist and squeezed, scissoring tightly. As his chest lifted away from her, freeing her shoulders, she swung her left arm, her hand holding the screwdriver with a death grip as she plunged it into the side of Justin’s neck.
Blood gushed out, spraying her all over her face and chest.
“You bitch!” Justin choked out as he gripped his neck, trying to stem the flow of blood. Sophie untangled her legs and scrambled off the bed. Justin tried to grab her, but she managed to evade him.
Sophie started retching over the floor, disgust and horror at what she had done overwhelming her. She was pulling her shorts on, watching Justin writhing on the bed when the door crashed open. Morgan stood forbiddingly at the entrance. He took in the scene. His face was a blank mask.
Glancing at Sophie, he said, “Take your friend. Use the kitchen door and go through the fields. It will lead you straight to the road.” He unhooked a key from his key ring, handing it to her.
“No, no, Morgan, what are you doing?” All Justin could manage was a rasping whisper.
“I did not sign up for this, Bishop,” Morgan told him. “My job is to make sure the bomb is delivered. Not abuse women.” Shifting his gaze back at Sophie, he said, “Go! Before I change my mind.”
“Thank you,” Sophie whispered, taking the proffered key, and racing down the hallway to Beth’s room—she had not even bothered putting on shoes. Unlocking the door, her heart broke when she saw her friend curled up in a ball and shaking from her fever.
“Come on, Beth,” Sophie said quietly.
“What? What are you doing here, girl?” Beth muttered, in a state of delirium. Sophie hauled her friend up, hooking Beth’s arm over her shoulder.
“We’re getting out of here.”
“I don’t know, Sophie. I feel too hot to drink tequila.”
“I know where we can go to cool you off,” Sophie replied, playing along.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally made it to the kitchen, Beth was stumbling over herself, almost taking Sophie down with her.
“Stand up,” Sophie hissed, trying to keep Beth upright as she fumbled to get the backdoor open. They lurched through, like a pair of half-drunk women. There was no one guarding the back. And from the darkness that enveloped the farm, it appeared almost everyone was gone.
Halfway to the fields, she heard the chopper again. She figured they were their last pickup and wherever they were heading she was glad she was not going with them. To avoid going to South Africa, she might have killed a man. Shaking those morbid thoughts away, she concentrated on Beth. Her friend was starting to drag her to the ground.
Suddenly she heard shouting and gunshots amidst the deafening roar of the chopper’s rotor. Instinctively, Sophie dragged Beth faster into the field and winced as rocks pierced her bare feet. “Come on, Beth. Keep up, damn you,” Sophie muttered.
“Baby girl, run…leave me be,” Beth whispered in her ear in what appeared to be a moment of lucidity.
“Never. Fight. You’ve always been a fighter.”