Page 41 of Searching for her Heart
“What do we have here? A lovely little woman all alone in the woods?”
“I wasn’t alone, moron.”
“No, but there was only one man to protect you, you may as well have been alone. Besides, you need not worry about him anymore, he’ll be dead in a minute,” Bandit B says.
“What?! No! If you kill him, I’ll… I’ll… kill you!” I yell at him as I continue to struggle to get free.
“Will you now? That’ll be hard for you to do that with my dick shoved up your pussy,” Bandit A says before licking his lips and I watch with repulsion as he palms his cock, making me sneer in disgust.
My eyes dart back and forth between the two men.What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Bandit A reaches out and starts fumbling with the top of my pants, as if he means to remove them. I scream and try to kick him, but Bandit B grabs my legs, restricting my movements.
I scream at the top of my lungs and squeeze my eyes shut tight, not wanting to watch. I hear a grunt and then something warm splashes across my face. My legs are released, then the arms around me seem to go slack before dropping completely, and I stumble forward, opening my eyes.
I stare in shock at the two men lying on the ground, dead. Bandit A and B have had their necks sliced wide open. I turn, but quickly jump backwards at the site. A figure cloaked in black with his back to me squats over the man who must have been holding me. He slowly stands, pulling the dagger from the man’s neck. When he turns to face me, I see he’s wearing a black mask with only the eyes cut out so I can’t make out his face.
I swallow the lump in my throat, but refuse to retreat. He might be here to hurt me, but right now, it seems more like he was my savior.
He tilts his head before speaking, his voice dark and husky. “Is this usually the type of men you like to hang around with?” He gestures to the three bodies around us.
“What? No! I want a man who’ll feed me bacon and call mepretty. Not dirty rapists, thank you very much.”
Somehow he manages to tilt his head even further before my eyes quickly drift over his shoulder to where I see Indy fighting with four men. He’s holding his own, but it looks like he’s tiring.
“Please, will you help him?” I ask, pointing over his shoulder.
He glances over his shoulder before turning back to me and asking, “He’s your mate?”
I shake my head slowly. “No, but he’s my friend and I don’t want him hurt.”
He stares at me a moment before he nods his head once. Then he turns and with a few quick steps he’s behind the first bandit fighting Indy. He pulls out a sword and sticks right through the man’s chest, yanking it back quickly as the man staggers before falling on his face, motionless.
He quickly turns to the next man and blocks his slash with a sword, then runs the dagger across his neck. While he does that, Indy takes out the third man with a sword to the chest, leaving just one bandit.
He takes a few steps backwards before turning and bolting off in the opposite direction. The cloaked man takes off after him and I watch as they run through the trees and disappear from sight.
“Sugar?” Indy quickly runs over to me, his hands hovering inches away from my face.
“Where are you hurt, Sugar?”
“I… I don’t think I am.”
“You have blood all over your face, are you bleeding somewhere?” He scans my face, worry etched in his gaze.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s mine. When that mystery man slashed the guy’s throat the blood sprayed across me.
“Damn. I appreciate the save, but I would have preferred if he could have kept you clean.”
He gently grabs my wrist and guides me over to the stream.He pulls a piece of cloth from his pocket and dips it in the water before standing back up and using it to clean my face. He gently wipes down every inch of my face and I watch his mesmerizing hazel eye as they concentrate hard on his task. When he’s all done, he holds my face in his hands and searches for any leftover blood. When he deems me clean, he gives me a small smile and says, “Much better.”
“Thanks Indy,” I say, feeling shy all of a sudden. The act of cleaning my face somehow felt really intimate, and I don’t know how to feel about that.
I glance down to see how dirty my clothes are and am happy to see only a little bit of blood. That’s what makes black the best wardrobe choice. I notice my pants are slightly open, so I start to do them back up when I hear Indy take a sharp breath.
“Sugar, why are your pants undone?” he asks slowly. I look up at his face and can literally see the anger taking over, as his eyebrows narrow, his cheeks turn red and his teeth clench tightly.
“I… he…”
