Chapter 60

Staring at Lance by the door, Amber and Christopher knew they were fucked. Christopher more than Amber. What the hell was going to happen to him now? Nothing horrible, he hoped. After all, it wasn't like Lance cherished Roxanne like a priceless object. She was merely a tool to satisfy his desires. Or so he thought, but hell was he wrong! Lance wordlessly stormed across the room and pulled Christopher by the shirt before he could react. It all happened in a matter of seconds. One second, Christopher was on the bed hovering above Roxanne and then the next, he was on the floor, Lance hovering above him and blasting his face with punches. The room was filled with the sound of bone against bone and Christopher's constant grunt of pain while Amber watched wide eyes and frozen. This was not how their plan was meant to turn out. So why was this happening? She couldn't process a solid answer and the only thing that left her mouth when she parted them to speak was a terrified scream. Roxanne on