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that the despicable Red was my much-loved boyfriend’s older brother. How such a horrible family of demons as the Bycrafts had brought forth a gem of a man like my Jake was one of the world’s enduring mysteries.
    I struggled furiously to free my arms, but he only held on tighter. While it meant that I wasn’t able to reach for his gun or my knife, neither was he, so we were at an impasse. Red’s hoodie and t-shirt had ridden up when he’d slipped over and I couldn’t escape the sight of the obscene tattoo he had inked on his taut honey-brown stomach of him raping, stabbing and strangling a woman who strongly resembled me. She was smiling in ecstasy as he did the sick deed. He told me once he’d had the tattoo done so that he could relive his favourite fantasy about me every day when he was in jail.
    “The Sarge is on his way,” I warned him coldly.
    He smiled up at me lazily, the ten-centimetre scar I’d given him on his neck when I was fifteen only enhancing his rakish attractiveness. “I don’t care. We’re together again at last, Tessie. You’re a hard woman to get near. Especially with that lovesick copper hanging around you all the time.”
    I ignored the jibe – everybody knew the Sarge was engaged.
    “I’m going to sit on you until the Sarge gets here.”
    “Good, because I can’t tell you much I’m loving it. Let me get you in a better position though,” he said and wriggled his hips around, pushing me back a bit until I was astride his pelvis. “Oh yeah, that’s real good for me.”
    He groaned with pleasure and moved against me suggestively.
    “Stop it!” I insisted in disgust, attempting to get off him. He held me down, his hands fast around my wrists.
    “Not a chance,” he laughed nastily, continuing to thrust himself against me. His growing excitement was evident through his jeans. “You’re giving me a hard-on already.”
    “You’re repulsive,” I spat out. “Let me go!”
    “No way! Why should Jakey have all the fun with you? He’s not good at sharing his playthings.”
    He yanked on my wrists and pulled me down towards him, trying to kiss me. I twisted my head and his lips landed on my cheek instead of my mouth. He flicked out his tongue and licked my face with relish from my chin up to my eye. I jerked back in revulsion, but he pulled me towards him again, clamping his mouth onto mine and forcing his tongue inside.
    Nauseous at the unwelcome intimacy, I bit down on his tongue, hard enough to taste blood. He gave a muffled scream, releasing one of my hands to crack me one across the chin, flinging my head sideways. Damn, that hurt!
    I righted myself, moving my jaw around experimentally to check that it was okay, as I reached my free hand down to grab my knife from its sheath. Problem was that he simultaneously reached for his gun with his free hand. Not liking those odds, I fisted my fingers instead and punched him solidly in the stomach, the impact forcing him to free my other hand as well as dropping his gun to the ground.
    I stumbled to my feet.
    He leaned over to wrap his hand around the gun with one hand, reaching out for my ankle with the other. With brutal intent, I stamped my runner down on the hand reaching for me, paying no heed to his furious screech of pain. I kicked at his other hand as I took off, hoping to send the small pink-handled gun flying out of his control into the pool. I was just short of my target though, and it stopped right on the edge, the muzzle dangling over the chilly pristine blue water.
    I ran away from him, slipping on the pavers and fumbling desperately with the pool’s childproof lock. I threw the gate back once I finally managed to work out how to open the bloody thing, and escaped towards the two sprawling pale green rendered brick buildings that housed the community’s residents. The nearest one to the pool was called the ‘Let it Be’ house; the other one, ‘All My Loving’. A neatly manicured row of lilly pillys grew down the