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maniacally at his twisted pun.
Zanita had never faced the prospect of violence before. Somewhat in shock, her
thoughts seemed icy clear and removed at the same time. This was about
subjugation, control, and revenge. The malignancy of the crime was brought home
to her.
What he was threatening would be beyond horrible for her, and it would torment
Tyber for the rest of his life. She knew him; he would feel responsible for not
protecting her. It was an illogical male attitude, but she was positive Tyber
would blame himself.
LaLeche was right it was a chilling revenge, for if he succeeded in carrying out
his threat, it surely would destroy them both.
She had to think of something to put a stop to his line of thinking. There was
only one thing her fear-numbed brain could come up with. "There will be
evidence& ."
" I have a condom right here in my back pocket what evidence?" He started
approaching her again, this time with deadly intent.
She moved around the sofa. Did he think she was going to go down without a
struggle? "I'll fight you; I'll make sure there will be bruises, scratch marks,
trace evidence "
"I'll do my best to prevent that, you understand. I'm quite strong; it won't be
too difficult for me to subdue a tiny thing like you. And if you should manage a
few black-and-blue marks " He shrugged. "Trace evidence not much to convict a
man on. If you happen to have some bruises and you will well, it will look like
your boyfriend just got carried away. Everyone knows he's something of a wild
man."
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He thought for a minute. "Even if you do decide to press charges, there will
always be that doubt in everyone's mind: Maybe the illustrious Tyberius Evans
abuses women and she's protecting him. Should do wonders for his career, don't
you think? He'll have you to thank for that as well. Remember, it will be my
word against yours." He moved a little closer to her.
"I think my word would carry the greater weight." She edged into the
kitchenette.
"A reporter looking to get her name in the news? Think of what a good lawyer
could do with that in a courtroom."
My god, he's going to hurt me. Too late she realized that he had backed her into
a corner with no escape. Before she could think what to do, he was on her.
He tore at her clothes, slamming her hard against the wall. Zanita fought back
with all her strength, screaming. LaLeche had been right about one other
thing she was no match for him physically. He had her at his mercy with
ridiculous ease. Zanita sobbed, feeling utterly helpless against his aggression.
Tyber, her heart called to him. Tyber&
LaLeche unzipped his pants, holding her captive with one powerful arm across her
throat, blocking her air passage. She couldn't stop him. Nothing was going to
stop him.
Later, she could never figure out what had caused her to blurt out what she did.
At the last possible second, she screamed, "We have a file on you!"
LaLeche froze. He raked her with a contemptuous sneer. "What kind of file?"
Zanita was shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.
"Answer me, dammit." He grabbed a hank of her hair, slamming her head back hard
into the wall. Little spots appeared before her eyes. Zanita willed herself not
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to pass out, afraid that if she did, she might not get the chance to wake up.
"An an FBI file. They know all about you, LaLeche. They've been after you for
years. They'll find you. And when they do, you'll pay for what you've done to
innocent, trusting people."
LaLeche paused, thinking over her words. "Did they trail me here, or was this
investigation strictly your idea? Tell me or I'll end this here and now." The
dire threat paralyzed Zanita.
He slapped her across the face, splitting her lip.
"It it was my idea, but they they know we have the file."
"Then they probably haven't been trailing me& ." A bead of sweat trickled down
his forehead. "They don't have anything on me, you know. Not a damn thing.
Still& It's best I don't press my good fortune." He abruptly released her.
"Today's your lucky day, Zanita. It appears I must be on my way again." He
strode quickly to the door and opened it, cautiously checking to see if the
coast was clear. He turned back to her. "I'll be seeing you& sometime."
He was gone as quickly as he had come.
Zanita slumped down to the floor, clutching her stomach. The aftermath of shock
would soon be setting in. A roil of nausea flipped her stomach. Her insides
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