Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 19

Clara handed the cabbie some cash and headed towards her place. But as she turned the corner, someone clamped a hand over her nose.

She fought back, recognizing Colton's voice. "Didn't I warn you last time? Upset Quinn again, and I'd let the guys have at you. But tonight, Nate's got dibs. He's been itching for this, so brace yourself. He's quite the expert in the bedroom. I hope you can handle it."

In a daze, Clara felt a bottle pressed to her lips. She swallowed half, clueless about what it was. She could only feel her body ignite with heat as everything blurred into chaos. Just one thought cut through the haze: if she made it through this, Colton would regret ever messing with her.

She was shoved into a car, her head knocking painfully against the door, momentarily clearing her mind before darkness took over again.

The car pulled up at a fancy hotel, and Clara was dragged into a room. Nate and Colton were tight with Simon. Colton had a thing for Quinn, while Nate had long wanted a taste of Clara. When Colton called Nate, he thought it was a joke. But Colton was dead serious, delivering Clara on a silver platter.

Nate stood by the bed, watching Clara in her dazed state. He felt his excitement boiling over. "Colton, you sure Simon won't flip if I go through with this?"

Colton sneered, dialing Simon. The call connected quickly. "Colton, what's up?" "Nate's interested in Clara. If he goes for it, are you cool with that?"

I'm

Clara, barely conscious

Nate's shoulder. "He's good with it. Enjoy yourself. Make sure to snap lots of pics and vids. I want her

shoving Colton out. "Don't worry, I'll

the next day

hard. Nate didn't see it coming, and the sharp edge sliced his forehead.

got a death wish, huh?!" He raised his hand, slapping

clarity. Blood touched her lips, and with newfound

weakened. The first hit had drained him, and another left him

across the floor. She picked up a shard and despite the blood from her palm, she squeezed it tight, using the pain to

clothes and quickly dialed a number

and her clarity only lasted seconds. She wasn't sure who she called-maybe Megan,

blurted out the hotel's address and stumbled towards the door, desperate to get