Curse's Claim
She heard Curse in the background.
“Dale Worthington attacked me. I’m locked in his bathroom. Please, I can’t fight him. He’s a lot stronger than I thought. I’m—” She cried out as the door rattled again.
“Mia?”
“I’m scared. Please.”
“Shit, Curse—”
“Mia, what’s going on?”
His voice filled her with warmth. She sobbed down the line. “Please, come and get me. I’m so scared.” She screamed again as the door was slammed once again.
“Listen to me, look through his shit and find something to use to protect yourself with. I don’t give a f**k what it is. Find something to hurt him.” She got up off the toilet and started to do as Curse asked. “Anything pointy or sharp.”
Opening doors she found bottles of pills, razors, bath soaps. Nothing else and she told him as much.
“Use the toilet brush. It’s dirty, but it will hurt him enough. It’ll give us some time.”
Nodding, she grabbed the brush and held it away from her. The thing was dirty, but she kept a firm hold on it.
“Come quickly, Curse, please.”
“I’ll be there as fast as I can.” The phone went dead.
Panic clawed at her as she watched the door. The time went by, and all the time she tried to count numbers off the top of her head.
He’ll come. He’ll protect you.
“When I get in there, you little slut, no one is going to save you. I’m going to f**k your pu**y, take your ass, and squeeze the f**king life out of you.”
She whimpered, holding the phone like a lifeline.
Come on, Curse. Save me where no one else can.
Her face was starting to hurt. Touching the side of her face, she winced at the sudden pain. Everything hurt, and glancing down at her uniform she saw it was torn, exposing her bra and some of her stomach.
“Fucking locks,” he said growling out the words.
Closing her eyes, she started to count the number of times he threw his body against the door. Her hand shook from holding the toilet brush. It was only a matter of time before he finally got into the room. Rubbing her eyes with her free hand, she tried to think logically as a man was intent on raping and hurting her.
You can do this, Mia.
The last man who scared the life out of her was no longer around. She’d taken care of him and would do it again.
He didn’t know you were coming.
She wasn’t strong enough to fight off Dale.
The only person she could count on was Curse.
Chapter Eight
Ashley had many uses in life, and the main one was knowing shit loads about the town she grew up in. She took the lead on the back of Pussy’s bike. Curse followed behind her, losing his shit inside his head at the threat Mia was under. How he kept his cool at her pleading he didn’t know. She sounded so lost, so broken. If she was harmed, he was going to cause so many f**king problems, the guy was going to wish he’d not hired her as a cleaner.
She’s got to be fine.
Mia’s a fighter. He liked that about her, but even an expert fighter in life lost a fight or two.
They stopped at a large house not far from where Jerry lived. Climbing off his bike, he went straight for the front door. He heard Pussy and Ashley following behind him. Not waiting for someone to answer his knock, he grabbed a rock from the garden and smashed it through the window. The door looked like the kind that would hurt if he tried to slam through it. Rich folk were always worried about being robbed and tended to spend extra money on security. He flicked the lock into place, and the moment he entered the house, he heard the screams.
His woman’s feminine cries and a male’s more masculine words were heard easily in the house.
Going for the stairs, Curse only had one person in mind, Mia. He needed to get her out of here and to safety.
“Leave me alone.” Her scream tore at his soul.
Heart pounding he charged up the stairs. Half way up the steps he heard the unmistakable sound of wood splintering apart.
Mia’s screams got louder. She shouted and begged for someone to leave her alone.
Running the last of the way he charged into the main bedroom then ran into the bathroom. She was fighting, crying as a slender man was tearing at her underwear trying to get them off.
Acting without thinking, Curse tugged the f**ker off her, wrapping both of his arms around the guy’s waist and throwing him against the wall.
Ashley and Pussy crashed into the room seconds later.
“Get her out of here, now. Jerry lives close by. Take her to him. I’ll sort this f**ker out.”
He waited for them to leave the room.
Dale got to his feet, wiping some blood off his lip. “Are you her keeper?”
Not answering, Curse fisted his hands ready to kill this bastard.
“You’re not answering. I have to say I’m not surprised. She’s such a nice piece of ass. I didn’t believe for a moment that she was alone.” Dale climbed to his feet.
“Your first biggest mistake was thinking you could touch her at all. She’s mine.” Curse faced the other man, waiting for the other man to pounce. The anger inside him was growing. He wanted to kill this man, hurt him for hurting his woman. Before Mia was taken out of his sight he’d already seen the damage done. He’d not seen everything, but he’d seen enough to know this man was living on borrowed f**king time.
“That supposed to scare me?” Dale asked, facing off. “You don’t think I can take you?”
“I’d like to see you try and take me.”
Come on, f**ker, lash out. Make the first move.
“She cleans for me, man. Bitch was asking for it.”
Those words were the final straw. Charging at him, Curse landed a blow to Dale’s face, sending him crashing to the floor.
“You wanted to mess with a woman because she could do f**k all about it. Let’s see how you fight a real f**king man.”
Curse landed blow after blow, aiming for the face, ribs, stomach, and everything to hurt him. Grabbing the bastard’s head, he pushed him face first through the shower stall. The glass smashed, but Curse kept on going. The blood was dripping from Dale’s face.
When he was bored of trying to hurt him, he landed punch after punch against the man’s face. In his mind he saw Mia’s uniform hanging off her shoulder. The bruises were already appearing on her face from this bastard’s attack when he sent her away.
“Curse,” Pussy said, shouting his name.
He couldn’t stop. Blow after blow, he f**ked up the man’s face.