“You hurt her, I’ll end you,” Dominic takes a step closer.
He shoves the gun further into my temple, making my neck twist. I grit my teeth against crying out.
“Ah, come on Mace, you can get another warm pussy anywhere, and one that is willing to let another man fuck it at the same. Maybe even better than this little whore.”
His face is like thunder and his hand twitches on his gun. Neither Hudson nor Dad have moved, their guns never wavering. Any embarrassment I feel at him stating so blatantly that I’m with Dominic and Eli is second seat to the pain in my forehead and neck, and the fear I’m struggling not to show.
Do they have other men here and if they do, where are they? I don’t think they can circle around behind us, not fast enough. The place is a fucking maze. There is no chance they would send three men to save me. The Devil’s Chaos is a family, and they fight as a family.
“I’m going to kill her, unless someone tells me where my wife is.”
Dominic’s jaw clenches. He might have already put two and two together but hearing it confirmed has enraged him. I’m desperate to ask if Eli is okay.
“Where is she? Where are the people who took her?”
I run my hand along my waist band and towards the pocket of my pants. He is preoccupied fending off the men who came to save me so doesn’t notice what I’m doing.
Dad does. His eyes narrow when he sees the glint of the knife as I pull it from my pocket. It’s a paring knife. The one I used to kill the other asshole, small but sharp as fuck. When he was dragging me across the floor, I managed to grab it and shove it into the pocket, before he punched me in the face and knocked me out.
It was the first thing I checked when I woke up. Luckily, I hadn’t stabbed myself with it when he was moving me around. Dad’s head shake is imperceptible but I don’t see any other way out of this. I struggle a bit and he grabs me tighter, the gun slips away from my temple as he tries to control me.
This is really fucking stupid of me, and if I make it through, they’ll all be so pissed.
Everything happens in slow motion. I can’t stop to think about it, I reach up with the arm away from where he is holding the gun, pushing it across the front of my body and ram the knife under his chin, pushing upward.
“Cassie!” Dominic screams.
“Drop!” Dad’s booming voice is louder than anyone else’s and I don’t question it, falling to the floor, a spray of blood following and splashing over my shoulder.
Two gunshots ring out but I’ve crouched with my hands over my head, clutching the knife. A gurgling sound is coming from behind me as Hudson and Dominic run over. They both go to the man behind me, his legs are kicking about and he’s moaning.
I keep my eyes on dad as he walks toward us. A gun goes off again, and the man stops moving. Dad crouches down in front of me and carefully takes the knife from me. He pockets it and crushes my hand in his, not enough to hurt, to show me he’s glad I’m not dead.
“Don’t ever tell your mother you did that.”
I can’t help it, I start to laugh. His lip hitches up but before I can say anything more, Dominic is pulling me up and wrapping his arms around me. Then he holds me at arms length and looks me over, seeing all the blood, dried and fresh.
I’m trying not to think about that.
“Are you hurt?” he asks.
I squeeze my lips together and shake my head. Our eyes lock and he reads what I can’t say. What he means to me, how thankful I am that he came for me. And the one other thing that matters to me, to both of us.
“He’s alive. He’s at the Sussex compound, Doc has him.”
I fall against his chest and he cups the back of my head, pressing his cheek against the crown.
“We have to go.”
Hudson waves a hand and two more men come out of nowhere. One of them is the Reaper for the club. Without a second thought or even pause, he bends and lifts the dead man, throwing him over his shoulder and disappears the way he came. No one will ever know what happened to him.
“I don’t think anyone heard but we shouldn’t take any chances,” War comes over. “You good Cass.”
“I want to get out of here.”
Dominic bends his knees and picks me up. “I can walk.” I slap his shoulder.
He leans close and kisses me, then pulls back. “I don’t care.”
