Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Megan smirked to herself. "You'd better be sure about this. My ways aren't exactly pretty. If you find out later, don't come crying to me. Mr. Simon, like it or not, we're in this mess together."

Even if everything fell apart, at least she wouldn't be the only one going down.

Simon never liked Megan. There was something about her a snake hiding in the dark, just waiting for the right moment to strike.

Revenge always looked the same: crush her, shame her, ruin her reputation until her dignity was in pieces. Then she'd never dare look down on him again.

That's what he wanted. After all, Clara always acted like he wasn't even worth her time.

"Let her live," he said.

As for later? He'd come up with something. No one was as reckless as he was.

Sure, Dylan liked Clara. But would he give up everything for her? No way.

But Simon would.noveldrama

Megan's lips curled in a cold smile as she hung up and quickly dialed another number.

The best way to destroy a woman? Do what they did to Sarah-send in a bunch of men, film everything, and make sure the videos were everywhere.

Once a woman got labeled a slut, her whole life was over.

Megan didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. As far as she was concerned, Clara deserved every bit of it.

*

Clara stood by the door, holding tightly to the makeshift weapon in her hand, every muscle tense, listening for any sound outside.

She waited-seconds felt like hours-until finally, footsteps and voices drifted through the door.

The leader spoke first. “All right, go on in. Everything's set up. Make sure you get her face on camera. When it's done, you each get two hundred grand."

"Thanks, Timmy. Aren't you coming in? I heard Clara's a real stunner."

Someone punched the guy who'd spoken. "Don't you know Timmy's got a girl he's loved since he was a kid? Promised to be together forever. Even if other women fell from heaven, he wouldn't care!"

The group burst out laughing. Someone else called out, "Who is this girl anyway? She must be something special."

Timmy ran with a rough crowd, and everyone knew it. No one in that world was innocent-if their hands were clean, their bodies weren't. A guy who could resist temptation was rare.

Timmy pulled out a cigarette, his eyes softening at the thought of Megan.

"None of your business. Take your money and leave. We're never seeing each other again. Quit standing around just do your job."

Eight or nine men moved toward the door.

Clara took a steadying breath, pressing herself against the wall behind it.

She wasn't planning to hit the first guy. The room was pitch black, and when they opened the door, they wouldn't see her right away.

She needed to stay calm, wait for the last few people, then attack, and run-run as far and as fast as she could.

Her heart was pounding, her grip fierce on the weapon.

The men hurried inside, heading straight for the back of the room.

Clara swung her weapon hard,

catching the last guy in the head She didn't wait to see what

happened-just kept swinging hitting two more in quick succession before bolting for the exit.