As he leaned in to kiss her, Tara Summer struggled furiously, refusing to let him get close.
Her heart sunk, realizing the woman she hadn't heard in the next stall must have passed out from this brute's assault.
"Shit!" cursed the burly man, opening his foul mouth to spew threats, "Move again, and I'll kill you!"
When the man opened his mouth, the stench of alcohol and cigarettes nearly made Tara faint, a wave of nausea rising in her stomach.
"Fuck!" Seeing she still hadn't succumbed, the man swore again, pulling out a gun from his waist.
The gun gleamed coldly under the light, its barrel pointed directly at her forehead.
In America, it is legal to own guns, so it wasn't unusual for this man to carry one. But Tara didn't believe that this burly man would actually shoot just to have his way with her.
So, she stopped struggling, gave a cold laugh: "Do you dare to shoot?"
