His Black Heart.

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Alyssar awoke and found her suitcase on the floor in the room. Brian was not around. She hurried up and retrieved her hijab and some decent clothing. Quickly finishing off her toiletries she wore her hijab and sighed a sigh of relief.

Thank god...she felt more like herself. She decided on wearing a nice summer dress with a light cardigan, the hijab she wore with light blue and it matched the floral print of the dress. She drew in a breathe and walked outside.

Brian was talking on his phone, looking so god like. He really was attractive, she couldn't deny his looks. Still, he was the enemy and it was a sin in itself to think of him in any other way. When he saw her he did a double take and his eyes hardened.

"Get the fuck in the car" He ordered her. She went back into the room to retrieve her suitcase. He grabbed it off her and tossed it in the trunk. Once inside the car Alyssar noticed how tense his neck was. She had no idea what pissed him off today.

"Um...thank you" She whispered. He totally ignored her and started the car. Their third day was on them and thank The Lord it would be their last day together. Alyssar wanted nothing more than to be away from him and his dark dangerous looks.

He was pushing them today, it was like he couldn't wait to see the back of her also. He only pulled over once, it was almost sunset. He must be exhausted also. He took them to a fast food shop and ordered her to sit down outside.

As Brian was ordering the food a group of mean looking men came up to her. Alyssar braced herself. She was petrified, "Looky boys...we have one right here" She noticed the tattoos of the swastika on one of the mens necks. Her heart began beating rapidly.

"Hey lets have a go with her, maybe we can go to heaven for fucking her. No man alive will want to fuck that" she licked her lips and looked at them.

"Look, please, I am not looking for trouble" She said her voice a whisper.

"Oh she speaks english...hey show us what you have under your dress?" The guy with the most tattoos said to her. Alyssar was going to cry.

"Please..." She whispered.

"Hey you fuckers get outta here...we don't want your kind here" A nice man said walking out to protect her. Alyssar drew in a breathe. He looked in his early fifties, no way her could take on the men by himself.

"It's okay sir, maybe you should just leave...." She said to him.

"No...they have a problem they need to get out of here. This place is for everybody..." He was so determined.

"Oh look, he is trying to protect the fucking terrorist" the one with the beard said. They were so looking for trouble.

"You stay right away from her." the nice man said sizing them up. When the tattooed idiot took out his knife, Alyssar let out a cry.

"Please sir, just go inside" She grabbed his arm and tried to drag him inside.

"No...let them do their worst they are a bunch of cowards. Alyssar wanted to cry. She moved away from the group hoping to draw their attention away from the man. The asshole with the swastika tattooed on his neck grabbed her and pulled her back onto his chest. He whispered in her ear.

"I am sure you have a nice body under that dress of yours" He said feeling her up. Alyssar closed her eyes.

"You alright there?" She heard Brian's voice. He was talking to the guy holding her.

"You want in on the action. Bitch has a nice set of tits..." He said squeezing one of her breasts. Alyssar wanted to die. Brian was not acting like it mattered at all. The older man was going crazy.