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Tanesha looked up from the magazine she was reading when she heard the door opening and froze. Standing in the doorway with a lewd grin on his face was one of the two criminals Ghost had left behind to replace Polks and Heat.
“Hey, sweetheart.” The man, whose name Tanesha still didn’t know grinned, closing the door behind him. He looked drunk. “I haven’t seen you in days.” He said conversationally as if he was talking to an old friend.”
Tanesha tensely stood up and took some steps back till she felt the wall against her. “What do you want?” She asked tightly, trying to hide the fact that she was shaking inside with dread. Where was Skull when she needed him, she asked herself silently.
“Ow come on, is that how to welcome a friend?” The man pouted as he started towards Tanesha. “I just thought you could give me a helping…hand or mouth or…pussy.” He laughed at his own joke. Tanesha could smell the alcohol on his breath. “You see, I need me some warm body and you’re going to help me.”
“Walk away, Mister.” Tanesha hissed. “If you lay a finger…”
“What the fuck can you do?” The man growled. “Come on I know you need it too.” He husked, staring at her heaving chest. “I hear the big guy is not giving you any. I am going to take good care of you…fuck you real hard and really good.” He reached out a hand towards her breast but Tanesha slapped the hand away before it could touch her.
“Don’t you dare touch me.”
“Wow, so it’s like that huh?” The man licked his lips. “I like it even more when my women fight me before the fuck.” He reached behind him and brought out a pistol which he rubbed against his groin. “I’m hard already. Please fight me some more. On the other hand…” He brought the gun up and looked at it. “It might not be a good idea to fight me.” He gave a devilish grin as he reached for his zipper. “I think I want you to start with your hand.” He reached for Tanesha’s hand but she quickly brought her fisted hand up and gave him a punch on the jaw, totally ignoring the fact that the man had a gun. “You bitch.” He growled and gave Tanesha a sharp slap which caused her head to snap back.
“Get your filthy hands off me you son of a bitch.” Tanesha screamed when he grabbed her hand.
“Rambo.” Tanesha heard Skull’s voice and almost passed out with relief. She’d never been more thrilled at the sound of that voice. “You heard the lady.”
Rambo turned his head and looked at Ty. “Lady? You call this…”
“I’m not going to repeat myself, Rambo. Let her go.” Ty’s voice sounded deadly cold.
Rambo let go of Tanesha and fully turned to face Ty. “What’s your problem?” He rasped. “I hear you’re not even hitting it. What is it with you anyway? Huh? “Is the great Skull’s dick one hundred and eighty, shy of heaven?” Rambo started towards Ty.
Ty wanted to smash the idiot’s face in for daring to put his hands on Tanesha but he refrained from doing that. It however took a lot of effort to keep himself under control.
“So how come you actually sleep in the same room with her but don’t fuck her?” Rambo looked curious. “I saw you that day. You wanted to fuck her so bad. I remember how you sucked on those fine knockers…how she loved it. Fuck, we could all see how badly she wanted your cock inside her puss…” Rambo didn’t finish what he’d been about to say. Just one punch from Ty had him unconscious at Ty’s feet with blood pouring from his broken nose.
Without a word, Ty went outside and came back with Donk and Shark who dragged the unconscious man from the room. Ty closed the door and slowly turned to face Tanesha. Though she looked shaken, she was okay. Ty was so angry he could feel himself shaking.
“Never argue or struggle with a man holding a gun.” He said gruffly. “Definitely not one who’s drunk. Do I make myself clear?” Ty waited till Tanesha nodded and then abruptly turned and left the room, taking his phone out of his pocket to dial Mickey’s number.
Ty was in a foul mood. He’d gotten some really bad news from his team that afternoon which had pissed the fuck out of him. He couldn’t believe Gustav was dead. Killed by none other than ZONKAI. Somehow Ty blamed himself for his colleague’s death. If he hadn’t told the FBI about Ghost’s human trafficking operation, Gustav would still be alive. He clearly remembered his Admiral telling him to forget about the human trafficking till their current mission was done.
But Ty had insisted they intercept and stop that operation as there were hundreds of kids involved…most of whom had been kidnapped, according to Ghost himself. Now a good man had paid with his life. Ty had never wanted to kill Ghost more. And when he’d seen that slimy bastard trying to do God knew what to Tanesha, his anger had only intensified. He needed to get out of the house…needed to breathe. But what he’d just witnessed was too fresh in his memory he didn’t feel comfortable leaving Tanesha in a house full of trolls.
Tanesha watched Skull go and wondered what she’d done wrong this time. It was not like she’d invited that silly man into the room. Hell, the door had been locked from outside for goodness sake. She’d been engrossed in one of the magazines Skull had gotten for her when the drunken fool entered and she’d been as surprised as could be expected. She therefore didn’t understand why Skull looked at her as if she’d done something wrong.
With a shaky sigh, Tanesha sat down on the couch, too shaken by what had taken place to go back to her reading. She stared unseeingly at the door, rubbing her sore cheek and trying very hard not to think about what would have happened had Skull not shown up the time he did.