Her Tears Are His Weakness

Her Tears Are His Weakness 64

Chapter 64

"Let go of me!" Samantha struggled even harder, but the man on top of her, who reeked of stale cigarettes, kissed her face with his wet, saliva-covered lips. The sensation made her stomach chum she hit him -on the back, the head - amwhere she enulil reach, but it was useless.

Her clothes, already skimpre fue to her job at the club, tore easily under his rough hands. The man sneered, his expression darkening. "You'd better behave, sweetheart. Otherwise, don't blame me if you can't even get out of bed when I'm done with you."

"Let me go!" Panic surged through her. Her hand groped frantically along the nightstand until her fingers closed around something cold and solid Without hesitation, she slammed it hard against the man's head

—an ashtray.

The impact rang through the room, the ashtray shattering ont impact. The man froze for a second, stunned. Then, rage twisted his face, and he raised a hand to slap

and struck

it, touched his forehead, and got blood on his hand. Then,

heglared at her

he could finish, his eyes rolled back, and his body collapsed onto the bed. The bright red blood seeped

also a strange feeling of satisfaction. Men like him deserved to

door, and she couldn't escape. If they found out what she had done... she didn't even want to

1. ay. Gritting her

herself, she swallowed her revulsion and searched his pockets before pulling out his phone. It was locked, so she couldn't use it right away. teeth, she pressed his fingers against the screen

op Leonardo's business card and memorized his number. She had no

of Leonardo, determined to prove she didn't need him. But here she was, desperately calling for his help. She had no idea if he

entered Leonardo's phone number. The first time, he unmediately declined her call. The second time, he didn't answer. The

distant voice came