Paranormal Romance: Saved For the Vampire (Menage Romance,BBW Romance, Vampire Romance) Read Free Page A
Book: Paranormal Romance: Saved For the Vampire (Menage Romance,BBW Romance, Vampire Romance) Read Free
Author: Rachel S. William
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Chapter Three
“Give me your money.” his voice shook enough to let her know that he was definitely doped out on something, but firm enough for her to realize that he would not hesitate to use that knife in his hand.
Eight years in New York had hardened Laura enough to say, “No.”
He raised one of those bushy eyebrows, cocking his head to the side as if he couldn't believe she would refuse him. He took another step towards her, then stood his ground, shifting his weight from foot to foot swaying back and forward.
Laura could say that she was incredibly frightened even though he couldn't even hold her gaze. She stood frozen in her spot, her stomach lurching and her skin covered in goosebumps. She could muster enough brain power to refuse him the expensive bag her late mother had given her for her 21 st birthday. “I can't give you this. I'm sorry.” she replied, but because he had demanded it of her and not even deigned to ask her like a nice person, she wasn't the least bit sorry. Besides, Roy was coming back at any moment.... wasn't he?
“It wasn't a question.” he replied in his sickly voice.
Laura shook her head frantically, her heart fluttering in her chest and desperately calling out for Roy to come to her rescue. Yet, conveniently, his footsteps had already faded away. “Okay. Fine.” She replied, but she failed at keeping her frustration out of her voice. She rummaged through her clutched for her small wallet, but she always packed light when she went out with Roy, taking nothing but a credit card just in case, by some freak accident, one of his declined. Aside from that, she'd only have cash if it had been left in it from the last time she used it. A sigh slipped out of her lips as she shook her head. This guy was in for a big disappointment. “Look. I don't have any money in here.” she muttered as she opened her small wallet for him to see for himself.
He glowered disbelievingly at her. “Then give me the bag.” he demanded, lunging for it.
Laura jumped out of his reach, some sort of primal protective instinct igniting inside of her. “I can't give this to you. I refuse.” she hissed, wondering how the hell Roy still hadn't shown up yet.
He winced as if in complete disbelief that she would deny him; a man clearly much bigger than her and brandishing a weapon of his own, when she stood there, caught off guard and unarmed. “It wasn't a request.”
“I know, but it's a waste of time. You won't get anything for it.” She replied, misguidedly thinking that she was going to be able to reason with him.
He just took another step at her and wrapped his rough hand around her wrist, yanking her so that she was standing that much closer to him. She could smell his foul breath and rancid odor of a body that had not seen a shower in weeks. “Give it to me!” he growled.
Laura gasped, trying to yank herself free of his grip, but it was completely useless. He was much stronger than his red eyes lot off that he was. She had no hope of getting free. That's when she realized that once she gave this man her purse, whose to say he would stop there? What if she had just found herself in a textbook mugging situation? How was she going to defend herself? She wasn't sure if it was the horror movie, or the ice cream, or all that time spent with Roy, but Laura was starting to feel a bit reckless and a little more sure of herself. She drew her clutch away from him and drove it into his face as hard as she could.
“Agh!” he let go of her and stumbled a few steps back, his hand flying to the rapidly forming bruise on the side of his face.
This time, Laura didn't wait for him to recover, or count on anymore reasoning for him. She pivoted on her heal and launched herself in the opposite direction, blindly running in the opposite direction from him. “Roy!” she roared breathlessly as she struggled to put one heavy foot in front of the
Chapter Three
“Give me your money.” his voice shook enough to let her know that he was definitely doped out on something, but firm enough for her to realize that he would not hesitate to use that knife in his hand.
Eight years in New York had hardened Laura enough to say, “No.”
He raised one of those bushy eyebrows, cocking his head to the side as if he couldn't believe she would refuse him. He took another step towards her, then stood his ground, shifting his weight from foot to foot swaying back and forward.
Laura could say that she was incredibly frightened even though he couldn't even hold her gaze. She stood frozen in her spot, her stomach lurching and her skin covered in goosebumps. She could muster enough brain power to refuse him the expensive bag her late mother had given her for her 21 st birthday. “I can't give you this. I'm sorry.” she replied, but because he had demanded it of her and not even deigned to ask her like a nice person, she wasn't the least bit sorry. Besides, Roy was coming back at any moment.... wasn't he?
“It wasn't a question.” he replied in his sickly voice.
Laura shook her head frantically, her heart fluttering in her chest and desperately calling out for Roy to come to her rescue. Yet, conveniently, his footsteps had already faded away. “Okay. Fine.” She replied, but she failed at keeping her frustration out of her voice. She rummaged through her clutched for her small wallet, but she always packed light when she went out with Roy, taking nothing but a credit card just in case, by some freak accident, one of his declined. Aside from that, she'd only have cash if it had been left in it from the last time she used it. A sigh slipped out of her lips as she shook her head. This guy was in for a big disappointment. “Look. I don't have any money in here.” she muttered as she opened her small wallet for him to see for himself.
He glowered disbelievingly at her. “Then give me the bag.” he demanded, lunging for it.
Laura jumped out of his reach, some sort of primal protective instinct igniting inside of her. “I can't give this to you. I refuse.” she hissed, wondering how the hell Roy still hadn't shown up yet.
He winced as if in complete disbelief that she would deny him; a man clearly much bigger than her and brandishing a weapon of his own, when she stood there, caught off guard and unarmed. “It wasn't a request.”
“I know, but it's a waste of time. You won't get anything for it.” She replied, misguidedly thinking that she was going to be able to reason with him.
He just took another step at her and wrapped his rough hand around her wrist, yanking her so that she was standing that much closer to him. She could smell his foul breath and rancid odor of a body that had not seen a shower in weeks. “Give it to me!” he growled.
Laura gasped, trying to yank herself free of his grip, but it was completely useless. He was much stronger than his red eyes lot off that he was. She had no hope of getting free. That's when she realized that once she gave this man her purse, whose to say he would stop there? What if she had just found herself in a textbook mugging situation? How was she going to defend herself? She wasn't sure if it was the horror movie, or the ice cream, or all that time spent with Roy, but Laura was starting to feel a bit reckless and a little more sure of herself. She drew her clutch away from him and drove it into his face as hard as she could.
“Agh!” he let go of her and stumbled a few steps back, his hand flying to the rapidly forming bruise on the side of his face.
This time, Laura didn't wait for him to recover, or count on anymore reasoning for him. She pivoted on her heal and launched herself in the opposite direction, blindly running in the opposite direction from him. “Roy!” she roared breathlessly as she struggled to put one heavy foot in front of the
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