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anything. Go ahead, bring your exorcist here. See what happens to
him.”
“Go fuck yourself!” I screeched, climbing to my feet with
my hands pressed against my temple. It was wet beneath my palms
and there was a thundering throbbing inside my skull.
He surged forward and caught me around the waist, holding
my body against his. “Or I can fuck you again.” He glanced behind
him as I struggled uselessly. “Come on, Susie. You know you want
in on this. You’ve hooked up with girls before, haven’t you? You
look like you’d fuck anything with legs.”
I managed to look past him to see what she was doing.
Susannah was just staring at him, her makeup streaking down her
face with tears. Had she sent anything to Ethan?
“Let me go!” I jabbed my elbow into his stomach as hard as
I could. He might have been stronger, but his stomach wasn’t made
of iron. He let me go and bent over. The distraction was just enough
for me to whirl around and bring my sneaker up into his crotch. He
toppled over and fell to his knees on the floor.
I rushed past him and grabbed Susannah’s hand, jerking her
up off the couch. We were just about to the front door when Tucker’s
voice caught me by the heartstrings and pulled me back. “You don’t
want anything to happen to Gunner, do you Chelsea?”
Instantly I twisted my body around to stare at him. He was
climbing to his feet, using his coffee table for support. “You stay
away from my brother.”
“Who’s going to stop me? I know where you live. I know
he’s home alone plenty of the time,” he hissed.
“He’s not stupid. He knows what’s going on with you. He
won’t let you in.” I let go of Susannah’s hand so I didn’t crush it in
my suddenly-iron fingers.
Tucker let out a laugh that wasn’t his own. It sounded like a
cartoon hyena. “Please. I don’t need him to let me in. I can break a
window. I can break down a door. I can hurt him in ways you’ve
never even imagined.”
“Why? What do you want?” My blood was pumping in my
ears so hard I could barely hear myself speak.
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