Chapter 8
"Zoe, where's those nachos?" Brandon called, sounding frustrated. I rushed around the kitchen trying to find the nachos. Finally, I grasped then in my hand and ran into the bar, making sure not to drop them.
I have been here for the whole day and at six, it became extremely busy. It was now nine and my shift was over in five minutes, so I handed the old man his nachos and rushed to the back to check out.
"Have a safe trip back," I heard Brandon call.
"Bye bitch," Sasha sneered, swaying her hips as she walked over to a young man, and gave him his beer.
I entered the cold outdoors and wrapped my arms around myself. This sucked. I really needed to get my own car! I tried calling Hunter but then my phone suddenly died, and I grunted, throwing the phone into my pocket. Looks like I was walking home.
To get home, I had to cut through a car park for a shortcut, and it would be better so I wouldn't be out in the open. The wind brushed harshly against my skin and I shivered, holding my freezing arms. Why the heck did Mother Nature have to pick this night to make it be freezing?
"Hello sweet heart," a male voice echoed, and I shivered, freezing in my tracks to look around. Of course there was no one there, so I rolled my eyes and continued walking. If there was someone out there, than it wasn't a great idea to stand there.
I turned to look over my shoulder quickly and when I turned back around, I found Brake standing there with a large smile on his face, and some other guys I did not know around him. I was pushed against a brick arch by his rough hands. I groaned out as my back arched, making me lean into him. I immediately pulled away, leaning back against the wall.
"What are you doing walking around all alone?" he laughed, rubbing his hand against my cheek. I pulled my face away, causing him to slap my cheek. Not hard but hard enough for it to sting.
"Don't hit me!" I yelled in his face, pushing my knee up, hitting him straight in the balls. As he bent over, I tried making a run for it, but suddenly, two hands wrapped around my waist and I looked up at the man who wore a ski mask and a black cap. I recognized the deep eyes and instantly knew it was my crazy roommate.
"What are you-"
"Sh!" he demanded, covering my mouth.
"You!" Brake said, pointing to Hunter. "Tie her to the wall! I want to show this bitch who's boss." I was guessing he didn't know it was Hunter under that mask.
I was pulled back to the wall as Hunter pulled a rope from behind his back, tying me to the wall gently. "You better have a plan," I whispered.
"I'll think of something," he replied, stepping to the side as Brake marched over and took my face in his hand roughly.
"Listen here you slut," he began, gripping my face harder. "You will learn that I don't play soft, and you aren't getting off easily. If that low life Hunter won't fuck you, then I will!"
His sloppy lips started to kiss against my neck, causing my to let out a small growl. All I wanted to do right now was punch this jerk in the face, and tell him to back off! His kisses were nothing like Hunters! They were more violent and sloppy.
He traveled his lips down my chest towards my breasts as his hands squeezed my thighs tightly. I looked over to see the group of guys watching with hungry eyes except for Hunter, who wore a look of danger. I gave him a pleading look and he nodded, motioning that he was still thinking.
"Brake," he began with a disguised tone. Brake pulled away from me to look over at Hunter.
"What?" he snapped.
