Chapter 107.Special Friendship-3
The heavy wooden door slammed shut, cutting off the dim light from the corridor.
Brandy leaned back against a stack of discarded desks, her knuckles white as she gripped the splintered edge. Her vision blurred, swimming with double outlines. Her limbs felt like lead weights, the sedative working through her blood like cold molasses.
"Look at you," Mac sneered, pacing toward her with an ugly, triumphant grin. "Not acting so high and mighty now, are you?"
"Stay... the fuck away from me," Brandy rasped, forcing each word through clenched teeth. Her breath came in ragged, burning hitches.
"You really thought you could treat me like dirt forever?" Mac stepped into her space, his voice rising with venom. "I spent thousands trying to get your attention! And you look at me like I’m trash while drooling over that broke nobody Zane?"
"Because you are trash, Mac," she spat, her head spinning as she pushed off the desk. "You’re pathetic."
"Shut your mouth!"
Mac lunged forward, reaching out with both hands to grab her by the shoulders and pin her down.
Brandy didn’t back down. Even with her balance tilting and her knees trembling under the weight of the drug, her instincts flared. As he stepped in, she dropped her weight, ducking under his reach.
Channeling every ounce of strength left in her body, she drove a savage, closed-fist punch straight into Mac’s solar plexus.
THUD!
The impact knocked the wind entirely out of his chest.
"Guh-!"
Mac doubled over instantly, choking on his own spit, clutching his gut with both hands as he staggered back three steps into a row of metal lockers with a deafening clang.
Brandy stumbled sideways against the wall, breathing hard, her fist throbbing with pain. Her vision swam darker at the edges, but she glared at him with pure, murderous fury.
"Touch me again," she panted, her voice shaking with rage, "and I’ll cave your fucking skull in."
Brandy tried to scramble toward the door, but her drugged legs gave out.
"You crazy bitch-!"
Mac lunged from behind, tackling her hard.
SLAM!
They hit the concrete. Brandy threw an elbow, but her movements were too sluggish. Mac caught it, shoved his knees into her thighs, and pinned her wrists flat against the floor beside her head.
"Get the fuck off me!" she snarled, thrashing with all her remaining strength.
"Try it again and I’ll break your wrists!" Mac screamed into her face, digging his full weight down. "No one is coming for you!"
Brandy bared her teeth, glaring through blurred vision.
Mac sneered, his eyes scanning Brandy’s trembling form with a predatory hunger. He didn’t give her a second to breathe. With a violent jerk, he grabbed the hem of her crop top and ripped it upward, exposing her breasts. He didn’t stop there, shoving her bra up and out of the way to reveal her pale, pink nipples peaking in the cold air.
"Look at these," Mac growled, his voice thick with lust. "Perfect little pink tips. You’ve been hiding these under that pathetic little outfit, haven’t you?"
Brandy let out a piercing scream, thrashing beneath him, but the drugs made her movements feel like she was underwater.
Mac ignored her pleas, leaning down to lash his tongue across one nipple, then the other. He licked her breasts with raw, animalistic intensity, coating the sensitive peaks in thick, glistening saliva.
"Stop it! Get away from me, you fucking animal!" she shrieked, her voice cracking.
"Shut up," he muttered, his voice a low rumble against her skin. "Your skin is so fucking soft... and you smell like some kind of sweet flower. It’s making me lose my mind."
He slid his tongue down her chest, licking a wet, sloppy trail across her stomach, swirling his tongue deep into her belly button. Brandy sobbed, her body arching in a mixture of terror and the unwanted physical stimulation the drugs were amplifying.
Suddenly-
BOOM!
The reinforced wooden door tore off its hinges, blasting inward like shrapnel.
Mac barely had time to look over his shoulder before a heavy combat boot slammed into his jaw with sickening force.
CRACK.
Mac flew three yards through the air, crashing into a stack of metal lockers that buckled inward under the impact. He slid to the concrete, coughing blood and spitting shattered teeth.
Mylo stood in the doorway, his eyes burning with lethal fury.
Without a word, he dropped to his knees beside Brandy. He immediately pulled her top and jacket down to cover her exposed skin, shielding her trembling body.
"Mylo..." Brandy sobbed, her voice slurred, tears cutting through the grime on her cheeks. "He... he drugged me... I couldn’t move..."
"I’ve got you. You’re safe," Mylo said quietly, his voice tight.
Across the room, Mac groaned, clawing at the wall to stand. "Zane... you dead bastard... my family will—"
Mylo was on him before he finished the sentence.
His hand clamped around Mac’s throat, lifting him several inches off the floor and slamming him back against the dented steel lockers.
"Your family won’t save you," Mylo growled, his knuckles white.
He drove a vicious fist into Mac’s solar plexus, then another straight into his cheekbone. Mac shrieked, bone giving way under Mylo’s abnormal strength. Mylo didn’t stop until Mac went limp, dropping the unconscious heap to the floor like a sack of trash.
"Scum."
Mylo turned back, scooping Brandy up into his arms. She buried her face against his chest, clutching his shirt with trembling fists as dry sobs racked her frame.
Mylo carried her out of the ruined storage room, moving swift and silent through the deserted service corridors until he found a quiet, sun-warmed alcove tucked behind an old fire exit.
He gently lowered her onto the wide wooden bench, keeping one arm securely behind her back so she wouldn’t slip.
Brandy pulled her knees up to her chest, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the torn hem of her top.
Her tough, sarcastic shield had cracked down the center, leaving her raw. She was shaking so violently her teeth clicked together, heavy tears cutting silent paths through the sweat and dust on her cheeks.
"I was so stupid," she choked out, her voice cracking, barely more than a whisper.
"I acted like I could just brush off guys like him... like I had everything under control with my designs, my job, my future. But I was useless. The second he pushed me down, my body just... shut off."
She buried her face into her knees, a broken sob tearing out of her throat.
"I’m terrified, Mylo. What the hell am I even doing? I don’t know where my life is going. I’m just pretending."
Mylo knelt on the cold floor directly in front of her.
He didn’t speak right away. He saw the genuine, suffocating panic in her eyes, the exact dread he had tasted in his previous life, drowning while pretending to swim.
She’s been fighting so hard to prove she’s untouchable, he thought, his chest tightening. She doesn’t need pity. She needs someone who won’t let her fall.
Mylo reached out slowly. His warm, calloused palm cupped the side of her flushed face.