Here’s the next installment. Continued from Never Judge By First Appearances. Rogue meets Remy again while having breakfast at the local diner, Feeling as if she being stalked she runs out, but when she returns to her hotel later on that evening she greeted by some would-be assassins. Can Remy save her, or is this the end of Rogue?
She reached the shopping center and looked around in the stores for several hours. She bought some new shoes, jeans and some long sleeve tops and few pairs of gloves. She had lunch in the food court and decided to see a movie. It wasn’t a very interesting film but anything was better than going back to the hotel where she would just sit in her room pondering on her messed up life.
As the sun went down she returned to the hotel with several shopping bags and a bout of exhaustion. She placed her bags in the corner and plopped down on the bed. She closed her eyes momentarily not realizing she had left the door ajar. Suddenly a shadow crept over her causing her to gasp and bolt up to a sitting position.
“You’re quite de little rogue,” a man voice came. She looked up and saw a stranger standing a few feet away from her bed. “Dat is your name, ain’t it?”
“That ain’t none of your business,” Rogue said as the man approached her bed.
She rolled to the other side of the bed and slid off. Her feet hit the ground, and she tried to run for the door. There were two other men blocking her way. The man that had approached first grabbed her from behind and twisted her arms behind her back.
“Let go of me!” she shouted.
“Shut up, an I won’t have ta hurt you,” he said. His words only made Rogue angry.
“Fat chance, asshole!” she shouted as she continued to struggle. She then felt his hand go across her mouth. He had gloves on, just her luck. She wasn’t down yet. She was able to open her mouth before his hand pressed down on it and bit him through his gloves.
He screamed in pain throwing her to the floor. She tried to pull off her glove, but one of the other men approached her grabbing her by the wrist. “Oh, no, chienne,” he said slamming her against the wall. The impact sent a sharp pain up her spine. “We know your little tricks. You ain’t gonna do to us what you did ta Julien.”
“Like ah said before, let go a me,” she said, “or you’ll get the same as Julien.”
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