And all hell broke loose.
Chapter Sixteen
“Take your sweet ass inside. I’m dealing with him. Then I’m fucking you.”
Seriously. What in the ever-loving-hell?
Agnes paced inside the house. She’d been taken out of the action, sent away, and just where did Cass get off thinking he could toss around arrogant asshole statements like…
Then I’m fucking you.
Her heart pounded. Her palms were a little sweaty. And maybe her breath panted out too much.
She paced faster. She’d grabbed her gun as soon as she’d gotten inside, and now the gun was tucked at the base of her back as she paced. Damn the man.
He’d defeated five men in a fight like it was nothing. Granted, he’d originally been up against six guys, but she’d taken care of number six for him, and had the man even thanked her? Recognized her as the amazing partner that she was to him? Oh, no.
He’d just said he was going to fuck her.
And he’d sent her away.
Yes, yes, the MC had rules. Understood. He was the alpha. They might as well be a pack of wild wolves, but he did not get to go around killing?—
Boom.
She heard the shot. Was pretty sure that it stopped her heart. For an instant, Agnes completely froze, then she lunged for the door of the house.
Boom.
Another shot. Fear exploded within her. She grabbed for the doorknob with her left hand even as her right yanked out her gun. She rushed outside as fast as her legs would carry her while fear had her heart ready to burst out of her chest.
Terror clawed at her. So did rage. Because if those booming shots had been fired at Cass, if she found him dead…
A body slumped in the dirt. Not moving. Facedown. The body was sprawled in a field about twenty feet from the house. Twenty feet, thirty?
Motorcycle engines roared. The big bikes were spinning and flying from the graveled drive. One, after the other, after the other, and the man in the field wasn’t moving. She raced toward him, and it dawned on her that she was staring at blond hair.
Blond. Not the darkness of Cass’s hair. That wasn’t Cass on the ground.
But she’d already dropped to her knees beside the fallen figure. She had to put her gun down so that she could flip over the body, and when she did…
So much blood.
Not just on his throat where she’d cut him. Cut him with the knife that he had intended to use on Cass. But on his stomach. His chest. Blood trickled from his mouth, and his eyes were closed. She stared at him, horrified.
Then training and instinct took over. Her hands flew over his wounds. Maybe she could stop the blood flow.
He gasped. His eyes flew open.
He stared straight at her.
She should say something comforting. Tell him that he was going to be all right. Let him know that everything was going to be all right.
“You…you should have died that night,” he rasped.
“What?” All thoughts of saying anything comforting fled.
He stared at her and a smile tilted his lips. His bloody lips. Blood covered his teeth, too.
