Chased By Suits #Wattys2016- Book I

Save Yourself

^I didn't give an outfit shot in a while, so here's Helen's (most probably ruined) dress

I'm listening to The Neighborhood's "WIPED OUT!" album while writing this. I don't know if that influences the story or not, but meh. I'm trying to bond with you people :)))

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Dante took a step forward, stilling as soon as he saw Bearman pressed the knife even closer to my skin, making the place sting with sharp pain. I winced at the feeling, trying not to move as it would deepen the superficial cut, making it not so superficial, if you know what I mean.

"Okay big man, let's get those little guns down, shall we?" the man holding me said loudly, making me shrink away as much as I could, his rough and cocky voice too loud and too clear in my ear. "We wouldn't this little missy to get hurt, don't we?" he added, waving the knife around in front of my face at them, mocking Dante and his men with the power he has over me.

"Kinda late for that, don't you think?" I blurted out out of instinct, immediately shutting my trap as the man placed the knife back to my neck, sliding it along my collarbone, going down my shoulder, dragging down one of the dress' straps, making me gulp in fear, embarrassment and most of all disgust, bile rising up my throat as my body felt violated.

"What did'ya say, you little bitch?" he whispered with a moist voice in my ear, making my skin crawl.

An animalistic sound came from the front of us, the anger vibrating through the forest, but I was way too focused on the repulsion this man made me feel with his very way of being.

I shut my eyes closed tightly, trying to hold back dark thoughts that would mot likely make me panic and do something stupid.

Even though the panic started prickling at my skin, tugging me to try to escape, my fear was holding me still, afraid to even take a relatively deep breath. My eyes opened and darted everywhere, looking for a plausible way of getting out of here alive.

As my chaotic train of thought was about to overwhelm me, I locked gazes with Dante, my spinning world suddenly balancing itself.

His stormy blue green eyes didn't look half as panicked as mine were. They weren't looking everywhere like mine were, they weren't nearly as full of uncertainties as mine were.

No.

His eyes, though filled rage over the way Bearman was touching my body, were determined, no doubt in them, set on one goal and one goal only.

I got you.

His words from earlier resonated in my head, making my breath come to a normal rate, almost calm.

The silence in the air was almost ghastly, no one daring to say anything after the big man's remarks, everyone waiting for Dante to say something.

I could tell he was boiling o the inside with unsaid emotion by the way his stance was extremely tense, almost trembling with the contained rage, his fists clenching and unclenching by his sides, jaw doing the same, his teeth most probably grinding from the force put on them.

He held my gaze for a couple more minutes, giving me strength in a way. Making me feel less stripped from power as a couple minutes ago.

I might be a woman, but that doesn't render me useless.

I was the closest to the target, meaning that I had the best chance at creating an opening for all the men ready to spring into action to take him down.

I assessed my situation with a now much clearer head. The grip on me wasn't as tight, almost loose as Bearman was convinced that I had no intention to run or the guts to His armed hand was now sliding down the curve of my hip, going down my leg, his sly grin visible through my sideview of him.

He was enjoying this. Toying with me as if I was some object, driving Dante mad because he can't do anything but stand there and watch me be abused right in front of him; he was enjoying the power he had on one of the most influential people in the underworld.

He made me sick. A different feeling from a little while ago. He didn't scare me anymore. What scared me more was being a liability to Dante.

This little man holding a pathetic knife, feeding off people's pain made me feel disappointed in myself for giving him the ability to influence me so much. I gave him that power over me. I let him influence my thinking.

Well, I won't anymore.

I will save myself from this man if no one else can.

I looked at Leo, who was to the right of Dante, gun rised and pointed towards Bearman's head, finger away from the trigger.

After a couple of seconds of insistent staring, he looked me in the eyes, to which I nodded, signalling with my eyes downwards, towards my arm, on the other side of the knife the man was holding.

He looked down, letting me lead him, showing him three rised fingers.

Leo's eyes darted back to mine, his guessing gaze afraid of being right. I just insistently looked back, showing him just how serious I was, directing him back to my hand with my eyes.

I did a countdown on my fingers

3...

I inhaled, taking in all of Bearman's movements, trying to time mine with his

2...

I exhaled, glancing back at Leo, trying to remind him he only had one chance at this.

1...

The man's knife was on the outer part of my thigh, rising my dress, showing a vulgar amount of leg. I placed my hand swiftly over his, pushing it away with all the force I could muster, elbowing him in the ribs, making him loosen the grip he had on my upper arm completely, letting me leap away just as a gunshot was heard loud and clear into the dark, a couple of flapping wings being heard into the distance as a bird must have been scared by the blaring sound.