There was a vehicle coming toward us in the opposite direction. We flew past the tow truck at speeds that made it look like it was standing still. The trees were nothing but a blur, and I thought I was going to be sick. He was going to kill us both. All I could picture was the car wrapped around one of the large trees. I screamed again as we blew through a stop sign, and he didn’t even tap the breaks.

“Me, crazy? That’s funny.” Once more, he slammed on the brakes and yanked the car to the right-hand side of the road, sending gravel flying. “Get out,” he snarled again like he was more animal than human.

“Here? Just take me back to the dorm, and you never have to see me again.”

“I said get out! Now!” His body was shaking.

Deciding it was better to be left at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere rather than in the car with him, I opened the door to hop out. Before I could move, a harsh fist gripped my hair, and I was yanked away from the door. He practically dragged me into his lap with force as I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“Peter, let go. You’re hurting me.” I clawed at whatever bare skin I could get my hands on as he roughly stuck his hand down my shirt. “Peter, stop,” I cried out as he palmed my boob like he was trying to twist the thing off my body.

I suddenly wished I had more than the meager twelve weeks of combat training. Stupidly, this was not a situation I ever thought I’d be in, and the urge to freak out grew as adrenaline pumped through my body. It was a big thing to learn how to control your nerves at Quantico, but I can honestly say that for all my bravado, it was a fuck load harder than I thought it would be.

I punched up at Peter’s face and tried to drive my elbow down into his leg or anywhere soft as I struggled against his much larger size. My nails dug into his chest and twisted hard, making him yell out.

“Stupid fucking slut, you’re a sick bitch. My mother was right about you.” He lifted my head hard and slammed it into the steering wheel. “No one humiliates me. No one humiliates my family,” Peter snarled like a rabid animal as he brought my head down into his lap and once more pushed my face into the bottom part of the leather wheel.