Page 86 of Deserving Cora
Creepy Guy rushed at her before Pipe or Owl could get back up and attack. Cora’s life flashed in front of her eyes and she did the only thing she could think of…
She ducked.
Surprisingly, Creepy Guy’s lunge had him stumbling past her.
She moved without thought, leaping onto his back as if she were some sort of WWF champion.
Remembering what Pipe had told her back at The Refuge…two days ago? Three? She wasn’t sure, but his advice echoed in her head as clear as day.
I guarantee someone will let go of you immediately if you stick your finger in their eye. That gives you time to get the hell away from him or her and get help. That should be your goal—not standing and fighting, but getting away.
She screamed, a feral sound that came from deep within her soul as she grabbed his hair with one hand and wrapped her legs around his waist. Then she swung her other hand around, her thumb aimed for his right eye.
The sound his eye made as she pierced his eyeball with her nail made her want to puke. Not to mention the way it squished against her thumb. But instead of letting go at his roar of pain, Cora pushed harder and twisted her hand for good measure.
To make sure this asshole was as incapacitated as possible, she let go of his hair and used her other hand to jam her index finger up his nose.
That was gross…but not as disgusting as the liquid from his eyeball coating her thumb and running down her wrist.
Creepy Guy howled and thrashed in pain.
Satisfaction swam in Cora’s veins, but it was brief moment of triumph because CG reached behind him and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He literally pulled her over his shoulder by her hair and threw her across the room.
It all happened so fast. Cora’s head throbbed from where he’d pulled out a hunk of her hair, but she barely registered the sensation before she hit the wall. Hard.
So hard her vision went black for a moment and there was a loud ringing in her ears, blocking out all other sound.
She lay slumped against the wall, trying to get her bearings. Shit. She hurt. All over. Her head, her ass where she’d landed, her arm.
She moved slightly, and gasped in pain as she realized she couldn’t move her right arm without feeling as if she was going to pass out. Looking down, she saw a huge lump in the middle of her right forearm. It was so deformed, she knew it was broken. Cora had never had a broken bone before, but she’d seen a guy fall down a flight of stairs, and his arm had looked a lot like hers.
Then she saw the blood and gore on her hand from Creepy Guy’s eye. She gagged at the sight.
A noise finally registered, and she realized it was Owl, yelling at her.
“Cora! Are you all right? Shit! Talk to me!”
Blinking, Cora turned her head toward the fight that had resumed after CG had thrown her. Owl and Pipe were both punching and kicking their target over and over, with what seemed to be a lot more fury than before she’d been hurt.
“I’m okay,” she told him, her voice a little weak.
Looking toward the bed to check on Lara, she saw that her friend still seemed to be unconscious. She hadn’t moved, even with the noise of the fight going on feet from where she lay. Cora frowned in worry, but her thoughts turned back toward the fight when she heard a strange noise.
She inhaled sharply at the sight in front of her.
Seconds ago the fight had been full-on, with fists and feet being thrown and Creepy Guy trying to fend off both Pipe and Owl. Now, Pipe had finally gotten the upper hand. He knelt behind CG, his arm around the man’s neck, while Owl held his arms tightly so he couldn’t break free.
The sound she’d heard was CG gurgling, his breath rasping as he tried desperately to get air into his lungs.
Cora had the brief thought that she should be more disturbed about the scene in front of her than she was, but when she considered Lara’s condition, she silently hoped her man killed the bastard.
Blood ran down CG’s face from where she’d tried to take out his eye, and from where she was sitting, it looked as if she might’ve succeeded. Good. Served the sicko right.
One second Creepy Guy was kneeling, and the next, Pipe was dropping his unconscious body to the floor.
As Owl turned to the bed to check on Lara, Pipe said, “We need to go.”
If Cora could’ve, she would’ve jumped Pipe right then and there. His hair was sticking up all over his head, his T-shirt was torn, he was breathing hard, had blood on his arms—Cora really hoped it was Creepy Guy’s blood and not his own—and his lip was also bloody and swollen from where he’d been hit in the face several times. But he was literally the sexiest man she’d ever seen in her life.
