Lisa's P.O. V.
"You're mine, Lisa. You can't get away," Branden hissed beside my ear as he held my throat tight.
I couldn't breathe with fear gripping my heart. My voice was nonexistent, with his hand tightened around my neck.
Why do I always choose the shitty guys?
I closed my eyes, waiting to feel the pain of him all over me. He'd found me again, or more like he followed me. There's no escaping him, and I refuse to let my brother, Lucas, or his wife, Liv, know. They're happy right now. They have a kid and don't need to be involved in my mess again.
I need to learn to fight for myself.
With Liv in mind, I gained some courage. If she can fend off men twice her size, then so can I! Probably not with as much experience as her, but it's possible. I gripped Branden by his shoulders to steady myself as I lifted my knee, meeting the dangling bits between his legs. His hand gripped my throat further as he bent forward.