Vivian barely turned the key before the screaming hit her ears. Her stomach flipped violently. That wasn’t a regular fight. That wasn’t Lola yelling at her boyfriend because he forgot to take out the trash. That scream was fear. Pure, heart-stopping fear.
Vivian shoved the door open so hard it slammed into the wall with a crack and there he was.
And what she saw?
It stopped her breath cold.
Lola was pinned to the couch, Jake’s filthy hand wrapped tight around her throat, her face purple, her legs kicking helplessly beneath him. His other hand was already yanking at her shorts, his disgusting mouth next to her ear.
“I’m gonna f*****g strangle you,” Jake hissed, voice slurred with rage and lust, “and when you stop fighting, when you stop breathing, I’m gonna f**k you anyway.”
Lola’s na
