Page 31 of From the Ashes
I feel worthless, useless, and utterly alone.
This pig is about to violate and defile me, and I’m powerless to stop him.
As he lines the tip of his cock up with my opening, I clench my eyes shut as heavy sobs wrack through my body.
“It’s too badhe’snot here to witness this.” He growls as he goes to move forward.
I’m confused, but I don’t have time to think as I brace for his intrusion, numbing myself for the heartache of what’s about to happen. “Hold on, sweetheart, and when we’re done, tell him Zor—”
His words are cut short as the heavy and deep vibration of the music echoes through the walls, and I feel like the entire room is shaking with the noise when I realize the noise isn’t coming from the club—it’sinsidethe coat room.
Opening my eyes, the lowlife is no longer on top of me. He’s laying to the side on the floor with a furious Cain above him. Cain’s fist withdraws, then thrusts back into the guy’s jaw. Blood bursts from his face with every hit as the guy groans out in agony.
“Son. Of. A. Fuck-ing. Bitch.” Cain grunts each word in syllables in time with heavy punches into the guy’s face. Each hit has my body flinching, knowing I should speak up but can’t.
The guy’s lip breaks open so violently that blood and saliva run down his chin. My stomach churns as I roll on my side, trying to close my legs, thanking God the man didn’t succeed in the sexual assault and that Cain got here in time to save me from the worst moment of my life.
My head is foggy, and I’m having trouble staying awake as I try to pull my dress down over my naked flesh. A shiver runs up my spine, and I can’t stop the tremors taking over my body. I just want to close my eyes and wake from this nightmare. Except, I can’t look away as Cain continues to pummel the guy.
The sound of breaking bones is audible even over the music, blood splashing over the coats. No matter how heavy my eyelids become or how hazy everything is, I continue to watch as Cain’s bloodied fist connects with his nose, and it cracks, causing more blood to spurt out everywhere as he coughs and splutters, not fighting back at all.
As if he needs more leverage, Cain bends to one knee and continues to strike the man’s face.
I can’t see any part of the guy’s face that isn’t covered with blood.
Cain’s going to fucking kill him if he doesn’t stop soon.
At this point, I don’t really care.
But I don’t want Cain to go to jail, so I pull myself up, grabbing for Cain’s jeans. “Cain, you’re gonna kill him,” I murmur.
Cain stops his assault, his intense eyes meeting mine as he holds the guy by his collar. His head falls to the side, blood flooding out of—well, everywhere.
Cain’s nostrils flare, the vein on his neck pulsates, and his face glows bright red as he pants short, shallow breaths. He shakes his head as he drops the guy unceremoniously, then moves over to me, kneeling, and wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Fuck,” he murmurs, his breath catching as he places his hand on the back of my head, touching my scalp slightly. A low hiss escapes me—it hurts so bad—as he brings his hand to the front, and it’s covered in blood. “If he’d...” He pauses, his jaw clenching as he turns up his lip, adamantly shaking his head.
I reach out, grabbing his hand. “He didn’t… because of you. Thank you.”
“There’s no way I would let anyone hurt you, Makaylie. Youhaveto know that...” His eyes turn somber and glisten. “Let’s get you checked out.” He gently lifts me to my feet. “Want me to carry you?”
“No, just keep your arm around me.”
He nods and holds me tight, wrapping my coat around me and pulling my hair back into place as best he can with the bloody matted patch at the back. We slowly step toward the door, and Cain grunts, walking past the unconscious body on the floor. He gives him a swift kick in the ribs as we edge past him and leave the cloakroom.
“Do you think he’ll live?” I ask, looking down at his lifeless body.
Cain says nothing as the guy that Cain was with all night, the one with the strange haircut, saunters toward us.
He opens his eyes wide and chuckles slightly. “Got yourself a stray, Cain, my man?” he asks over the loud music.
Cain grunts and tilts his head toward the coat room. “Trap, there’s a problem in there that needs fixing. You know how you said you’d make it up to me? Now’s your chance. Handle that situation in there, will you?”
Trap shifts his gaze from me to Cain, and his dubious smile falls to a frown as he simply nods, walking past us into the room.
“What doeshandlemean?” I ask.
Cain leads me quickly away, but the faint sound of an ominous bang—sounding a lot like a gunshot—is heard over the music. I quickly dismiss it as a thud in the music, not wanting to know, and hobble with Cain toward the exit.
“It means take care of that guy. Find out who he is and deal with him. Nothing for you to worry about, little dove. Right now, I need to get you to the hospital.”