I’m kicked in the chest, then my knees again before I am dragged to my feet by several hands.
Barely able to stand, I still rip my arms out of the grasps of whoever’s holding me. Lifting my chin, I fall into menacing and murky brown eyes.
I hate Matteo De Leon with every fiber of my being.
The deep red scar that runs down the right side of his cheek is something I’d like to add to.
Something heavy bangs against the door behind me and that’s when my ex smirks. “Looks like your husband is trying to get in the room.”
And he will.
I’m just not sure if I’ll be alive when he does.
“He’s gonna be first, Bay. I hope you—” Three shots crack through Matteo’s words, immediately making me flinch in equal parts, shocked and reliefed because they’re close.
Glimpsing over my shoulder, Matteo delivers a double cheap shot—one to my jaw and the other straight to my belly.
The latter knocks the wind out of me, and I drop to my knees.
Someone collides into me, followed by a male grunt, but I’m able to stay somewhat upright.
A body jumps over mine, revealing black shoes with white soles hitting the floor right next to my damn head.
Pushing back, my gaze ascends black jeans, a black shirt, and tattoos littered all over his arms.
Ozzy.
Someone roars out like a fucking lion in the room and said man turns to his left, immediately getting line backed from a body much wider.
Oz stumbles to the side, forearm locked around his attacker’s head to keep the one up. My husband’s fingers lace through his assailant’s hair, cocking his head back before thrusting a knife right into the man’s throat.
I stare at Ozzy as he abandons the man without a second thought and begins forward.
Movement to his right seizes both our attention, and it’s Dino.
The Nameless are here.
The room is a mess of rumbles and shuffles, but no more gunshots. Chairs get knocked over, and the space is a fucking war zone, with only fists and fuck knows what else.
Something shatters across the tiled floor, retrieving Ozzy’s focus. He’s like a hunter about to create a bad day for his prey, which turns out to be a mistake.
He’s rammed into for the second time, and Oz takes a bit of the brunt of it, stepping back and almost stepping on me before he shoves the person backward.
However, it doesn’t stop fingers lacing through my hair and yanking me up.
Then looking up into Matteo’s face.
“We’re not done here.” His features are skewed in frustration, clearly because nothing went to plan. “I’m going to kill your husband first.”
He releases me with that vow, and as if to make good on that shit, a vehement gunshot rings through the air like a cannon going off next to my ears.
My eyes immediately fly to Ozzy in sheer terror he’s been hit. I can barely contain my relief when he’s too busy throwing hands and not bloody at my feet.
We need to get out, Astor.
Get the fuck up.
On cue, two more gunshots pierce through the air before Ozzy drops down on his knees in front of me in all his beastly, beautiful glory.
