Chapter Thirty-Three
Nancy was yanked onto her feet. Tess and Trashed stripped, tossing their dresses onto the sofa, and with Tess on one arm and Trash gripping the other, they hauled the struggling girl down the hallway toward Tiger’s bedroom. Ilya tagged along with an eye on the jogging bare bums of his accomplices.
Nancy kicked out with her feet. “No. Please, you can’t.” And she used all her strength to try to break free.
Tess was a strong girl and had worked the saloons back in Belfast where a bar-fight wasn’t the exclusive domain of the men. She could handle herself. Tess let go of Nancy’s arm and, lacing her fingers around the back of Nancy’s neck, she pulled the girl forward while bringing a knee up into her groin. The kneecap connected with a hard jolt.
Nancy felt the vomit ris
