Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 110 I don’t give a damn
Victoria’s POV
"I don’t give a damn who I sleep with!" I snarled, genuine rage coursing through my veins. "That’s none of your business anymore! Get away from me!"
Nora was clawing at my insides, desperate to break free and tear Ethan’s throat out. This was beyond criminal—he had kidnapped me, drugged me, and now was attempting to force himself on me. Even if it cost me my life, I would never let him succeed.
"Get away? Why should I?" Ethan’s eyes glinted with madness, his wolf Leon perilously close to the surface. "Every other male gets to touch you. Why not me?"
His hands gripped my shoulders as he tried to press his lips against mine. The mere thought of his mouth on mine made my stomach heave. I summoned what strength had returned to my body and drove my knee hard into his groin.
"Ahhh!" Ethan doubled over, clutching himself in agony.
I seized the opportunity and scrambled away, but my legs were still weak from the drugs. Before I could get far, he lunged after me, grabbing my arm with bruising force and yanking me back.
Without warning, his hand cracked across my face with such force that my vision blurred. "You bitch!"
The slap echoed across the abandoned dock. The Ethan I once knew would never have raised a hand to any woman, let alone me. This was someone—something—else entirely. The blow was powerful enough to make my ears ring and my cheek burn with fire.
"I gave you chances," he hissed, voice tightening with rage. "Why do you keep fighting me? What is it about me that’s not good enough for you, Victoria?"
His eyes had gone completely wild, pupils dilated with a feral hunger that had nothing to do with love and everything to do with possession. He grabbed at my already torn blouse, ripping it further down my body. His hands moved to my pants, trying to tear them away.
Just as panic threatened to overwhelm me, a sharp crack split the air. Something whistled past, and suddenly Ethan was screaming, clutching his arm as blood bloomed across his sleeve.
"ARGH!" He howled in pain, releasing me as he grabbed his wounded arm.
The metallic scent of blood filled the air—Ethan’s blood. Someone had shot him. I scanned the darkness around us but saw nothing. The woods surrounding the dock remained still and silent.
"Who’s there?" Ethan snarled, his face contorted with pain and fury. "SHOW YOURSELF!"
In one swift motion, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a knife—a blade he must have brought specifically for this night’s dark purpose. He looked around wildly, then pressed the cold metal against my throat.
"Come out!" he shouted into the darkness. "Stop hiding! If you don’t show yourself, I’ll kill her right now!"
The night remained eerily silent. Not even the rustle of leaves betrayed our hidden savior. My wolf Nora was tense but alert, sensing something—or someone—watching us from the shadows.
Ethan’s breathing was ragged, his body tense with pain and paranoia. Blood dripped from his wounded arm, but he refused to loosen his grip on me. I could feel his desperation—if he was going down, he intended to take me with him.
I too searched the surroundings, trying to identify our mysterious defender. Could it be the police? Had Grace noticed my disappearance and called them?
It had been hours since I’d left the office—surely someone would have realized something was wrong by now.
"Get in the car!" Ethan growled, his voice breaking with pain as he pressed the knife harder against my neck. "This place isn’t safe anymore. We’re leaving!"
As he began dragging me toward the vehicle, I noticed his gaze darting toward a particular spot in the tree line. Something caught my attention there—the faintest movement, perhaps a shadow shifting unnaturally. Acting on pure instinct, I suddenly wrapped my arms around Ethan’s neck, pulling his attention back to me.
"Ethan," I said softly, using his first name deliberately. "I’ve been thinking about what you said, and maybe you’re right."
His eyes widened in surprise, the knife wavering slightly against my skin.
"We spent five years together," I continued, forcing my voice to sound gentle. "That means something. I know you must have had your reasons for everything that happened. Perhaps I was too hard on you before."
Hope and excitement flickered across his face, momentarily replacing the madness. "Really? You mean that, Victoria?" Then suspicion darkened his features again. "No. No, that’s not true. You’re looking down on me, trying to stall until someone comes to rescue you!"
"Of course not," I murmured, reaching up to touch his face, fighting every instinct that screamed at me to recoil from him. "I’ve just realized how much we’ve missed out on. This must be fate’s cruel joke on us."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him despite Nora’s howls of protest inside me.
Ethan is completely out of control, and I can’t just blindly resist him.
If I’m going to survive, I’m going to have to take some other action.
His grip on the knife loosening as confusion warred with desire in his eyes.
This was my chance. But I needed to keep him distracted just a moment longer...
