7 Degrees of Alpha (a collection of seven new BWWM, Alpha Male Romances) by et al Phoenix Daniels Sara Allen Page B
Authors: et al Phoenix Daniels Sara Allen
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throat.
“Bitch! Who said I wanted to hurt you?”
She gasped, “D-Damon? Please let me go. You’re hurting me.”
“Think it’s so easy to get rid of me so you can shack up with your new man, eh?” he accused.
“No! No, it’s not like that!” Val told him, shocked at the accusation.
“Shut the fuck up!” he screamed in her ear.
“Okay… Okay… Calm down!” Val begged, “Just let me go. We can talk like adults.”
“That’s the problem with you, always thinking I'm a kid! Thinking I'm not fucking good enough for you!” he shouted, pushing himself forcefully against her back.
“No! I never said that!” she whimpered.
“Well, you and everyone else is gonna see! I ain’t no little kid; I'm into big things now, baby; just wait and see!”
“Please, Damon. You’re hurting me.”
“I don’t fucking care!” he roared in her ear.
Val could tell that he was so close to losing control. The signs were all there, just like before when she’d ended up in the hospital because she’d tried to end their relationship. He’d beaten her unconscious, leaving her a nervous wreck for weeks after. She had no idea where he was going with this torment.
A sharp whistle was heard, causing Damon to release her slightly. Val looked towards the sound of the whistle and noticed the same tall man who had bumped her before Damon grabbed her, gesticulating at them.
“Don’t think this is over, bitch!” Damon warned Val.
“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” they heard someone shout.
Damon turned, looking over his shoulder. Then he spat at Val, “I’ll be waiting, Val. I don’t forget my friends or my enemies!” He pushed her towards the floor, and then ran in the opposite direction of the sound of the shouting, booming voice.
“Val!” she heard someone call as she crumpled to the ground in fear and relief.
Val shook all over. She couldn’t grasp what Damon meant by his parting words.
Enemies! What had she done to him to make her his enemy? She felt someone shaking her gently, but she could barely register what or who it was. Someone was helping her to stand, but the shock was so complete that she felt her head spinning with despair. She felt trapped and helpless.
Who would protect her from Damon? He knew where she worked, where she lived and now, where her sanctuary was.
She kept repeating over and over that she wasn’t safe. Val felt hands grabbing at her shoulders and shaking her gently, but she couldn’t make sense of the words coming from the slightly scarred top lip. The mouth and nose looked familiar, but the words coming out of the mouth were nothing more than white noise. She felt herself slipping into darkness as she was supported by strong arms that lifted her up.
****
18:45 p.m. October 13, 2004
Jones cursed himself. He knew that something was going on, but he thought he had time to figure it out. He thought she’d be safe at his apartment, but that was clearly not the case. He couldn’t tell her to stay home. Val was too headstrong and independent to take that sitting down, but sending her out to be a target made his blood run cold.
Jones didn’t want to imagine what would have happened had he not come along just then. He’d been home earlier that day and was worried about her, knowing that she had no car. He’d been concerned for her in a new neighborhood. Even though it wasn’t that late, he still felt uneasy about the time she was getting back.
When he’d seen her pressed up against that wall, the large brown skinned man pressed into her back, he’d panicked. The pose was so intimate, almost reminiscent of someone owned. His world had fallen out from his feet. He’d actually stood there for a few seconds, trying to understand what he was seeing. He’d shouted when his wits had returned, but now, he feared he may have awaited too long.
He would have chased him had Val not collapsed to the ground, shaking and mumbling in shock. She looked so
“Bitch! Who said I wanted to hurt you?”
She gasped, “D-Damon? Please let me go. You’re hurting me.”
“Think it’s so easy to get rid of me so you can shack up with your new man, eh?” he accused.
“No! No, it’s not like that!” Val told him, shocked at the accusation.
“Shut the fuck up!” he screamed in her ear.
“Okay… Okay… Calm down!” Val begged, “Just let me go. We can talk like adults.”
“That’s the problem with you, always thinking I'm a kid! Thinking I'm not fucking good enough for you!” he shouted, pushing himself forcefully against her back.
“No! I never said that!” she whimpered.
“Well, you and everyone else is gonna see! I ain’t no little kid; I'm into big things now, baby; just wait and see!”
“Please, Damon. You’re hurting me.”
“I don’t fucking care!” he roared in her ear.
Val could tell that he was so close to losing control. The signs were all there, just like before when she’d ended up in the hospital because she’d tried to end their relationship. He’d beaten her unconscious, leaving her a nervous wreck for weeks after. She had no idea where he was going with this torment.
A sharp whistle was heard, causing Damon to release her slightly. Val looked towards the sound of the whistle and noticed the same tall man who had bumped her before Damon grabbed her, gesticulating at them.
“Don’t think this is over, bitch!” Damon warned Val.
“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” they heard someone shout.
Damon turned, looking over his shoulder. Then he spat at Val, “I’ll be waiting, Val. I don’t forget my friends or my enemies!” He pushed her towards the floor, and then ran in the opposite direction of the sound of the shouting, booming voice.
“Val!” she heard someone call as she crumpled to the ground in fear and relief.
Val shook all over. She couldn’t grasp what Damon meant by his parting words.
Enemies! What had she done to him to make her his enemy? She felt someone shaking her gently, but she could barely register what or who it was. Someone was helping her to stand, but the shock was so complete that she felt her head spinning with despair. She felt trapped and helpless.
Who would protect her from Damon? He knew where she worked, where she lived and now, where her sanctuary was.
She kept repeating over and over that she wasn’t safe. Val felt hands grabbing at her shoulders and shaking her gently, but she couldn’t make sense of the words coming from the slightly scarred top lip. The mouth and nose looked familiar, but the words coming out of the mouth were nothing more than white noise. She felt herself slipping into darkness as she was supported by strong arms that lifted her up.
****
18:45 p.m. October 13, 2004
Jones cursed himself. He knew that something was going on, but he thought he had time to figure it out. He thought she’d be safe at his apartment, but that was clearly not the case. He couldn’t tell her to stay home. Val was too headstrong and independent to take that sitting down, but sending her out to be a target made his blood run cold.
Jones didn’t want to imagine what would have happened had he not come along just then. He’d been home earlier that day and was worried about her, knowing that she had no car. He’d been concerned for her in a new neighborhood. Even though it wasn’t that late, he still felt uneasy about the time she was getting back.
When he’d seen her pressed up against that wall, the large brown skinned man pressed into her back, he’d panicked. The pose was so intimate, almost reminiscent of someone owned. His world had fallen out from his feet. He’d actually stood there for a few seconds, trying to understand what he was seeing. He’d shouted when his wits had returned, but now, he feared he may have awaited too long.
He would have chased him had Val not collapsed to the ground, shaking and mumbling in shock. She looked so
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