Haidyn punches him in the face, knocking him back. The guy begins to swing, getting a hit in on his face.
“Wanna fight?” Haidyn gives a laugh that makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. “Try someone your own size?” He lifts his fists in front of him, and the guy rushes toward him.
Haidyn steps to the side, and the guy runs right toward me, but before he reaches the bars, Haidyn’s arm wraps around his neck from behind, lifting the guy off his feet. Haidyn slams him down onto his back, and the guy rolls to the side and immediately jumps back up.
He’s on adrenaline.Why would Haidyn give him that when he’s not using it? Is he trying to get his ass kicked?
The guy laughs and swings. But he misses, and the momentum has him spinning out of control. Haidyn kicks him in the stomach, pushing him back into the wall once more. Haidyn grabs his arm and yanks him from the wall.
My shirt is grabbed, and I’m pulled back, forcing me to release the bars just as the guy runs into them. Before he can move, Haidyn steps up behind him, takes his hair, and begins to smash his face into the bars, over and over.
Blood from his face sprays into the hallway and onto us while his grunts fill the basement.
HAIDYN
I pushthe guy to the floor. He’s not out, but he’s fucked up enough that he’s done for now. In a few minutes, he’ll be passed the fuck out.
Saint unlocks the door, and I step out before he closes it, sealing the guy in once again. I spot Charlotte leaning against the wall with her arms over her chest. Not in an angry way but a protective way. “Hey.” I walk up to her and cup her face. Her eyes look up at me through her wet lashes. She was silently crying in the car, but she’s stopped since then. “You’re okay, doll face.”
She swallows, nodding her head. Her eyes sliding to the cell then back to me. They search my face, probably looking at the damage. He got a couple of hits in. I might as well be on adrenaline because I don’t feel a fucking thing right now other than uncontrollable rage. He put his hands on my girl, and I’m going to make sure he never does it again.
“Are you okay?” she speaks softly.
I smile at her concern. “I’m fine, doll face.”
“You shouldn’t have done that.” Her brows furrow as if I’m crazy for coming to her defense.
My bloody knuckles run along her jaw down to her neck, and her pulse is racing. “You’re …”
Pushing up on her tiptoes, she crashes her lips to mine, and her arms go around my neck. Without thought, my hands go to her ass, and I lift her off her feet. She wraps her legs around my waist. I press her back into the concrete wall, and she moans into my mouth. Her lips open for me to take control, and I devour her.
My bloody hands grip her hair, and she whimpers into my mouth as if I’m hurting her, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, her legs squeeze my waist tighter.
Slowing the kiss down, she pulls away first, and her heavy eyes open to look up at me. “Thank you,” she whispers.
I give her lips a soft kiss this time. Unable to stop. Fuck, I’m so hard right now. Is it bad that I want to open his cell and fuck her right here and now in front of that piece of shit just to show him that she’s mine? Rip her clothes off and put her ass up in the air so he can see my name branded on it?
Someone clears their throat, and I look over to see Saint staring at me with an arched brow. Kash nods his head in approval with his eyes on her.
She begins to unwrap her legs from around my waist and I lower her to the floor. “I’m going to take Charlotte up to my room, and then I’ll be back down,” I state, grabbing her hand.
“Take your time,” Kashton hollers with a chuckle as we enter the elevator. “He’s not going anywhere.”
FIFTY-SIX
CHARLOTTE
I’m shaken up and embarrassed.
I’m supposed to be able to take care of myself. How can I prove to the Lords I can be who I’m supposed to be if I’m not always on guard? Was that a test? If so, I failed. Did the Lords send him because I’m not giving them what they want?
And Haidyn? What the fuck was that? Not only did he save me, but he also beat the fuck out of the guy. I was mesmerized while I watched. The way he moved, the power in his punch. The guy was on adrenaline, and he couldn’t hold a candle to Haidyn.
The elevator opens, and I let him pull me down a hallway before he comes to a stop at a door. Putting his finger on a lock, he opens it up, then places a hand on my lower back, ushering me inside.
It’s a large room with an Alaskan king-sized bed in the center and a couch at the footboard. There’s a set of double doors that look like they open to a balcony and another door on the other side of the bed.
“This is the bathroom.” He lets go of my hand and walks over to the door, opening it for me.
