Page 170 of My Heart Still Beats
Garrett’s gaze burns into me as he starts rubbing his crotch. “I always wanted to know what it looked like to see you get fucked, Tessa. I always felt like an actor who never got to watch himself on stage.”
I don’t respond, but I wriggle my wrists in an attempt to free myself from David’s grasp.
“I might need you to help just a little,” David says. “Hold her wrists down so I can unbutton her blouse the rest of the way.”
“Be glad to.” Garrett gets on his knees behind my head and holds my wrists down. I can see his erection tenting his pants.
I swallow down the gag. Puking all over these two will only make it worse.
David undoes a button. “This is a nice blouse, Tessa. Nice fabric, nice color.” He looks into my eyes. “Though I always preferred you in white.”
Oh my God. I can’t believe this demented piece of shit.
I spit in his face.
He closes his eyes in reaction, and in that split second I twist my body to maneuver my feet into the right position and kick him straight in the balls.
He keels over on his side, yelping.
“Crafty little bitch, aren’t you?” Garrett sneers. “But how are you going to take on two of us?”
I look up at him from the floor. From this angle, every feature of his face is overpronounced, bringing out the true ghoulish nature of his soul.
It’s weird, but right now I’m feeling that old Tessa spark burning brighter than it has since this asshole took it from me in the first place.
“You might be able to overpower me, but I won’t make it easy for either of you.”
Garrett releases my wrist and draws his arm back for another punch. But I react quickly, grab my phone, and batter him right on the forehead with it.
It’s not much, but he’s stunned for long enough for me to get to my feet. I get to the door, fling it open, and run down the hallway—
Thud.
Right into the hard chest of a police officer.
My heart skips. “Help me. Please!”
Another officer arrives out of the stairwell. “Ms. Logan?”
“Yes, that’s me. Help me! There are two men in my apartment—”
“Tessa!”
Ben’s voice. Thank God!
“Ben!” I yell. “Help me!”
A moment later, the door is open, the two uniformed officers enter my apartment, guns drawn.
Ben and I stand in the doorway. I shiver in his arms.
“You two,” one officer says to Garrett and David. “Hands behind your head. Now!”
Relief swirls through me as Garrett and David are placed under arrest.
I melt against Ben. I had gotten away on my own, but knowing he’s here eases my burden. “You came for me.”
He pushes me away slightly, looks into my eyes. “We need to get you to a hospital, baby. Your nose, your jaw. Are you okay? Are you hurting?”
