After another few shots, they suddenly stopped firing.
A sound caught my attention. I spun around realizing I could no longer see the Charger due to the smoke.
The hard bang was followed by the sound of glass shattering. The fucking window of my car had been smashed. The shriek that filtered above the rumbles cut through the night sky. Cutting through me.
Josette.
I rushed forward just after the passenger glass was smashed by a huge sledgehammer. Instantly the fucker reached in, jerking her out.
Indiana was barking, his growl unlike anything I’d heard.
Even with rifles in both hands, there was no way I was risking taking a shot.
As she was dragged onto the broken pavement, she continued screaming, twisting her body and fighting him. The gang member’s bike was standing by idling.
The motherfucker thought he was going to take her. Away from me.
Indiana jumped clear of the window and in a show of force, nothing would stop the furry creature from protecting his mama dog.
“Get off me,” the man hissed, kicking Indiana in the gut.
Indiana whimpered, his body pitched away.
“Fucker,” I hissed, rushing closer.
“No!” she screamed, beating her fists against the man.
I grabbed his arm, yanking him away, but I was grabbed from behind, pitched backward by several feet, one weapon tossed from my hand.
From there, all sound seemed blocked out as the biker tossed her over the bike, crawling on behind her.
Somehow, Indiana was on his feet, the silence of the vacuum I was in preventing me from hearing his growls and yelps. But his teeth were bared and he was ripping at the man’s jeans.
She was kicking, twisting, and fighting him with everything she had.
And I was firing, utilizing the skill taught by my father.
First the motherfucker who’d tried to stop me from getting to her. Down with a single bullet between his eyes.
The biker managed to pull away, ready to accelerate.
That wasn’t allowed.
I threw myself into the air, tackling him to the ground. With three savage punches to the face, I jumped back, standing at my full height.
“No one touches my woman.”
Pop! Pop!
The vacuum faded seconds later, the sound returning.
I rushed to her side on the pavement where she remained, Indiana’s body covering a portion of her.
He growled as soon as I approached, uncertain what the fuck was going on. Hunkering down, I held out my hand. “It’s okay, boy. I’m not going to hurt her. I promise you.” I fisted my hand, allowing him to gather a whiff of my scent.
I knew the second he was pulled out of his heavy fog and sense of duty, his tail thumping. I crawled closer, gently turning her over. As soon as I brushed the hair from her face, she opened her eyes.
“Fuck. Are you okay?” Goddamn it. I would fucking rip the assholes from limb to limb for touching her. For hurting Indiana.
