(Tracey’s POV)
“I said get off me, you f*ckin a*shole!” I shouted as I tried to tug away from him. He had grabbed my wrist the minute that alarm sounded and was now trying to drag me out the back of the restaurant.
He was pulling me past some sort of rack and I latched onto it with my free hand, holding on for dear life. “Let it go, Tracey! Don’t make me hurt you!” he snarled at me as he tugged hard on my arm. But I wasn’t about to just let go. “Fine, but you’re making me do this!”
The words were barely out of his mouth when I felt his rock hard fist connect with my jaw. My head snapped around so hard that it caused me to stumble away from him only to have him jerk me back again. He began to drag me along behind him once again, and I started to cough from the smoke building up around
