My mind could somehow tolerate Jett’s violation. His assault.
Hearing him threatening Knox’s life?
Hell.
Fucking.
No.
Hate as bright as my love for Knox roars through me.
I’m about to let out a scream into Jett’s palm when I seehim.
Whether I’ve summoned Knox by sheer will or Jett’s whispering woke him up, he’s here.
My hero.
A shadow rising at our side.
Knox’s commanding presence, the heat of his love, the warmth of his protection—it’s all there, enveloping me.
He’s going to save me, and I’m going to help. I fix my eyes on Jett to keep him occupied while Knox closes in.
“You’re a fighter, aren’t ya?” Jett’s thumb is the filthiest thing that’s ever touched me. “Yeah, you are. I’ve fucked your kind before. But guess what?”
Broad shoulders. Rippling muscles.
Knox’s face is pure rage, so feral it scares even me. It comforts me just as much.
“I’m the worst of them—fuck!” Jett’s being ripped off me. His body’s dangling in the air, dick swinging, eyes wild as Knox holds him up by the back of the neck.
Air rushes back into me. I choke on it, coughing.
But Knox doesn’t see it. He’s so focused on avenging me, his attention set on Jett as he marches him toward the hooks one silent, menacing step at a time.
“Hide-boy!” Jett barks right before Knox switches hands, grabbing Jett’s throat so they’re staring each other down. He coughs, and the sound is choked. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Saving me.
Tears of relief roll down my cheeks. And though my chest heaves, head spinning, I get myself together, twisting my body until I’m in a sitting position. My abs burn from the effort, but I won’t stay here, in this spot where I was almost raped.
The concrete scrapes my ass as I scoot back, not caring that I’m opening my wounds. The pain hardly registers.
Bigger and better things are unfolding right before my eyes.
“Put me down,” Jett’s hollering has turned into choked whispers.
Kicking Knox doesn’t help Jett either.
Knox is more powerful. Angrier too.
“Do you hear, Hide-boy? Do you?”
“Oh, he hears you all right.” My throat is raw, and my pussy bears the memory of this asshole’s fingers, but I’m not defeated. With Knox on my side, I’ll never be. “He’s just done listening to you, fucker.”
“Knox.” Red cheeks. Bulging eyes. Jett’s suffering, and by the severe set of Knox’s jaw, he hasn’t seen anything yet. “Brother.”
“Ex-brother.” Knox lifts Jett even higher.
