[Bianca]
The stench of cigar smoke was enough to make me want to gag. The thug seated beside me had an arm slung over my shoulders, his sweat mixing with the greasy tobacco stench clinging to his clothes. I tried to turn my face away, but he only grinned wider, pressing closer as if he was unaware of his own stink.
“The things I could do to you, gorgeous,” he said, sounding disgustingly sly.
I glared at him, wrinkling my nose. “The least you could do is brush your damn teeth.”
His expression dropped.
The hand gripping my shoulder moved to the back of my head, and before I could brace myself, he slammed my skull against the car window.
Crack.
Everything went dark after that.
When I woke, my head throbbed like it had been split open and glued back together. I was seated on cold concr
