Free Daring Fire: Paranormal Romance (Bad Boys Of The Underworld Book 2) by Mallory Crowe

her backward and she dug her feet in and tried to make some sort of noise, but no one seemed to pay attention to her muffled cries for help. Her struggles didn’t bother any of the dancing and drinking clubbers, so no one even glanced in her direction. The one holding Gena lifted her so her feet couldn’t touch the ground. She tried to do some damage to his shins, but whenever she did get a good blow in, he was unfazed.
    A cool breeze hit her and she knew she was being pulled out of the club through a back entrance. She tried to give even more power to her kicks, but to no avail.
    The one who had his arms around her let go, and she found herself on a deserted street surrounded by three huge men. There were few lights in the dark alley, and she tried to focus on the men so she could give a good description if she needed to.
    The men could have been triplets, they looked so similar. They all had dark and shaggy hair that fell messily around their faces and tattoos on most of their bare skin. Gena tried to make out the designs but couldn’t see clearly enough through the dark. She wouldn’t have been able to tell they had tattoos at all if their skin wasn’t so pale that the dark markings distinctly stood out.
    She tried to keep the fear out of her face, but if they looked close enough, she was sure they would see her shaking. She turned in a circle, but a man blocked off each possible exit. The one in front of her took a strong inhale through his nose, and a sickening smile lit his face. A gravelly voice said, “Smells like Marcus has already had a taste.”
    She didn’t smell any food, but a sinking realization filled her. Vlad said she reeked of blood. These men must be able to smell it as well. A new wave of terror snaked through her at the thought. She really didn’t want to die again. Twice in one week was two too many times.
    She took her chances at running. She faked a lunge to her left and took off in the opposite direction. She got about three footfalls in but wasn’t fast enough. A painful grip locked on her arm and yanked her backward.
    The hand on her arm let her go and momentum carried her straight into the chest of one of the thugs. He laughed as he caught her with a hand on each shoulder and pushed her again. Her body crashed painfully into another man. She didn’t understand how they could push her with so much force that it felt as though she were running into brick walls, but she could barely stop to think before she was tossed aside again.
    She tried to control her rapidly increasing fear and think of a logical way to fight, but just when she took a gulp of air, a hand that felt like a baseball bat on her chest sent her flying five feet back into another swinging arm. The blow knocked the air out of her lungs, and she coughed while she tried to protect herself from more blows.
    This time the punishing hand didn’t strike her, but wrapped in her hair and pulled her head back. Her hands reached up to try to relieve some of the pressure he inflicted on her scalp, and her eyes connected with the brute’s unmerciful glare. “Your neck is clean,” he said with that gravelly voice.
    What the hell... Aren’t most people’s necks relatively clean? She tried to think of something smart to say, but her jumbled brain couldn’t form any words.
    “Are you Marcus’s human? How often does he feed on you?” asked the one who stood across from her.
    Gena tried to make sense of the question. The only thing that came to mind was, “I haven’t eaten with Marcus.”
    The grip on her hair tightened and she exclaimed in pain. Gravelly voice looked to the man who’d asked the question. “Do you want me to make her tell us if she is under his control or do you want to play with her first?”
    Terror ran through Gena. “I’m not hiding anything. I’ll tell you whatever I can,” she tried to reason.
    The interrogator walked up to her. She tried to shrink away, but the hand on her hair ensured she couldn’t