Robbie's hand tries to grab me but I duck.
Slap.
The sound echoes louder than my heartbeat, and I swear I felt his wrist vibrate from the force of it. His cocky grin disappears immediately.
It's so obvious he doesn't think I'm going to be defiant as just one girl in the middle of an apocalypse.
"You try that again and I'll shove this umbrella so far up your ass, you'll be tasting rainwater for weeks." I hissed, eyes blazing with fury.
He laughs. The bastard actually laughs, like I'm joking. But Hugh doesn't.
"You're making a mistake," I say, stepping back.
My pulse is pounding. It's not in fear, but in anticipation and in the dark, twisted thrill of what's to come.
Robbie winks. "No, babe. You'll see who made the mistake when we tie you up and leave you out front like bait. Ambush is easier when we have our own fat ass whore as a sacrificial lamb."
The two cronies exchange glances, whistling as they lustfully size my ass:
