West moves so that he’s blocking the guards’ view of me. “Hurt one of us.”
“That’s the cue,” Hayden mutters, and as soon as the words leave his mouth, I’m pulling my wrists apart as hard as I can.
“Why would you offer yourself up like that?” Guard Two asks suspiciously.
“Like I said, I can’t stand to see her hurt. And we’re cuffed. It’s not like we can do any damage. Please. I’ll go willingly. I just…she’s my heart.”
“No, West!” Jo screeches, and I grit my teeth continuing to pull at the cuffs. The metal bites into my wrists, and pain lances up my forearms, but I keep at it, ignoring the pain until finally, one of the chain links snaps.
Hayden exhales a smalllaugh. “Fuck yes.”
Guard One chuckles, falling for the trap. “Let’s do it. Fucking idiot.”
“Alright, bud, but it’s your funeral.” Guard Two reaches for his keys, and right when he opens the door, Jo screeches, latching her mouth onto the arm of Guard One.
“Fuck!” Guard One roars, his fist rearing back and connecting with Jo’s head. My vision tinges red as an enraged roar rattles my chest.
She releases him, screaming in rage as blood coats her mouth. “You won’t fuckin’ touch him! He’smine!”
Our cell door opens right when Guard One’s fist makes contact with her face.
I’m behind West in an instant, and when he steps to the side, the terror in Guard Two’s eyes as I snap his neck barely satisfies the bloodlust in me.
He falls to a heap on the floor, and then I’m stalking across the hall, barging into the opposite cell where Jo is being held.
Idiots left the doors wide open.
Guard One has his fist pulled back, completely unaware that I’ve escaped, until I grab him by his neck and hurl him against the wall. Trays and instruments clatter to the ground, but all I can focus on is the man who laid his hands on myLisichka.
My omega.
My mate.
Red. All I see is red as I exact justice on this piece of shit.
With one bloody hand, I lift him by the neck of his shirt, and use my other fist to break his nose. The bastard tries to reach for the gun at his side, and I barely register Hayden grabbing it from him.
My fist meets his face again.
Broken jaw.
Again.
Shattered cheekbone.
Again.
Blood everywhere.
It’snot enough.
“Uhhh, do we need anything from him before you kill him?” Hayden’s voice snaps me out of my haze of bloodlust, and I stall my arm, reared back for another hit.
I glance at Jo, her eye already starting to swell where he hit her. She’s in West’s arms, holding his face in her hands. The keys from the dead guard are in Hayden’s hands, the handcuffs gone from my pack brother’s wrists.
“What do you wish of me,lyubov' moya? His fate is yours.”
With her hands still on the beta’s face, she gives me a shaky nod.
