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Some bastard abused and tried to force… Brett exhaled and stepped out of the room. Seeing her bandaged and bruised made him furious. Isla saw him walk out. She tried to act as if it didn’t bother her, but it did. Andrew saw the look of disappointment in her eyes and smiled. He’d drag Brett’s behind back inside. Isla smiled and continued to talk briefly with Earl and Bria. So, Brett left. I’m sure he has more important things to worry about. She surmised. We’re just friends. She concluded. Emily was talking and Isla thought about Mia. Although the room was full of friends, she needed someone she trusted to check on Mia. She begged Emily to go. Brett came back in. Oman was with him and she could tell he blamed himself somehow. ‘Isla I should have come sooner. I had a vision.’ Oman gasped. Another doctor came in to check her. The doctor examined her and left to consult with Dr. Graves. Emily came back and Isla knew Mia had been short with her. Brett paced. Earl watched him carefully.. She spat at him, writhed, seeking to engage her knee or elbow with his groin, but he held her down still. They were both breathing ragged gasps of air as they fought. After a little she fell still, realising the futility of her struggles. She would wait for him to drop his guard, then take him, she thought. His eyes looked down into hers. She saw a fierceness she had not seen in him before. There was a hurt too she saw, alongside his hunger and that ferocious anger. She silently cursed herself for having pushed the man too far. Yes, she had toyed with him. Did he know about Rosie too she wondered? Maybe that was what had tipped him into this rage. She stilled her own anger, and lay quiescent. ‘Do what you want then. Take me.’ Her voice was tinged with bitterness at herself, not at him, but he could not know that. He cooled instantly. ‘Dammit woman. I should take you like a bitch.’ She looked at him. He was suddenly over his fit of anger. Strangely, she felt disappointment. She would.
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