SCARRED - Part 4 (The SCARRED Series - Book 4) Read Free

Jesse’s mouth. “I found you, Kelly. You knew I would, didn’t you? Have you been waiting for me?” Her chest hurt and she could feel her respirations trying to rise. She concentrated on controlling them. “I hope you know that you’re going to pay for hurting me. You’re going to pay for ruining my life. You’re a stupid little cunt if you think otherwise.” God, Max was good at this. Chloe felt the goose bumps rising on the back of her neck. The voice was so close, almost upon her. She just needed him a little bit closer...
    “I’m going to kill you bitch, but I’m going to make sure you suffer first...” Chloe struck out and a scream escaped from deep in her throat. It was a primal sound that would have normally unnerved her, but in this situation, it felt good. She felt her knuckles connect with his neck and at the same time she brought her knee up sideways and simultaneously kneed him in the soft part of his side. Then she moved back so quickly that she felt the brush of his gloved fingertips brush against her hair as he reached out for her. Attack! Retreat!
    “You bitch! You think you can beat me?” he was coming towards her again. Attack! This time she brought her fist up in an undercut and caught him underneath the chin... Retreat! He charged at her and she spun around to run and his strong arms came out, wrapping her up in a hold with her body crushed back into his massive chest. She couldn’t breathe and she felt herself begin to panic. Max put his mouth to her ear and said, “I think I’ll wait until you’re dead to rape you...it won’t be much different. Sex with you always was like fucking a corpse.”
    Channel it, Chloe...don’t let the panic take over. Turn it into anger...
    She brought her foot up and kicked back hard, hitting him right on the knee cap. When he stumbled forward, his hold on her loosened and she was able to twist out of it... Attack! She turned and brought her knee up, hard. She felt it land against the suit Max wore but in her head it was crushing against the soft tissue between his legs. Max went down to his knees cussing her like Jesse would. Retreat!  
    “Fucking cunt! You’re only making this worse for yourself.” He was talking in a winded voice and for a second Chloe started to worry that she had hurt Max...then she snapped back into the zone. Attack!
    While he was on his knees, she kicked him hard in the face. She heard the crunch of Max’s face guard and she imagined it was the cartilage in Jesse’s nose breaking. Retreat! He fell back to the mat but she wasn’t finished with him yet.
    With Max’s words reverberating in her head... If there’s nowhere to run, you have to be prepared to kill him; she took a step back towards him. She felt more than saw his arm shoot out towards her feet. Using every ounce of strength and weight she could muster she brought her foot down against it. He yelled and as he pulled it into his body, it drew him slightly over on his side. She began kicking him, low in the kidney area and then getting out of the way before he grabbed her. When he had curled himself into a ball she brought her knee up and her body down. She slammed into the side of his head with all of her weight behind it. The lights came on and she saw Max there in his suit, lying on his back.
    “Oh shit, Max! Are you okay?”
    He laughed and pushed himself up. Pulling off the helmet he was wearing that would likely leave a nasty bruise on Chloe’s knee he said, “I’m fine, Chloe. I don’t feel a thing in this suit. But you know what?”
    “What?”
    “If I’d been Jesse and you would have landed that strike on my head, I wouldn’t have gotten back up.”

Chapter 3
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    D erek’s driver picked Chloe the next night at seven to take her to the yacht for dinner. Derek usually came himself, but he told her he was making dinner for her and he didn’t want to burn down the yacht. Chloe wore the classic, “little black dress” tonight