NO! I’m not there. Vanilla. Alessa. She’s kissing me. I’m ok.
I move my hand higher up her thigh. Her lips still fused with mine.
“You aren’t such a f*****g badass without your buddies,” he laughs cruelly as he cuts my back.
Shit!
“I want you to give a message to daddy Poletti.”
Vanilla.
“That fine piece of ass he calls a daughter,” he groans in a vulgar way. “What I would have given to be there when they nabbed that girl.”
Alessa.
“You bleed pretty, b***h boy,” he laughs cruelly again, another one landing a solid punch to my gut.
Fuck!
“Tell Poletti this isn’t over.”
I can feel my mind start to take me back there. I kept repeating over and over in my head what she told me, but it is getting harder. I could feel the panic clawing up my throat, cutting off my air supply.
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