“I swear they were. Maybe Raf’s already wandering around somewhere.”
“That’s exactly what we don’t want,” Hunter spits out.
“I’ll go find him. Stay with princess.”
“Don’t worry. I assure you we’ll both be just fine.”
“What are you doing?”
“Giving the fans a little sneak peak of what to look forward to. Fuck, he’s sexy, and fully naked too with bite marks on those milky thighs.”
I bite back a growl, and I’m about to burst through the door when one of them screams. Huey grunts and the other starts cursing. “What the fuck is that? He has a pig?”
“Dude, I told you he has a pet.”
“I was thinking a fucking dog.”
“Raf,” Henry says groggily.
“No, baby cakes. It’s someone I think you’re going to enjoy a lot more.”
“I . . . who . . . Travis? Is that you?”
“Who the hell is Travis?” Hunter’s voice carries.
“You aren’t . . .” Henry’s voice trails off then he starts yelling for me, and then one ofthe other guysscreams again. Huey growls and it sounds like a body is hitting the floor.
“Get it off me,” Lucky screams.
“Don’t hurt him, please,” Henry begs.
“How about if I hurt you instead?”
Henry’s scream is all it takes for me to knock the door down. Lucky, being in the way goes down with it, groaning as he shoves the wooden door off him, his mask crooked on his face.
“Oh look, the star of the show,” Hunter says, his eyes meeting mine. “Are you asleep or awake?”
I don’t answer, my nose flaring and my breathing cutting at my throat. His head tilts and he wraps an arm around Henry’s neck,sliding the sharp edge of the blade down his tear-stained cheek. Henry’s eyes shut as his body shakes. “Please. Don’t.”
“I love when they beg, don’t you, L?” he says to a disgusted Lucky who’s struggling to stand upright.
“Yes, and I especially will tonight.” He rubs at his face and adjusts his mask.
“Yeah, pretty sure we both will.” Hunter trails his knife down Henry’s chest and something ugly snaps inside me.
“Is he just gonna stand there?” Lucky says, walking toward me, and the moment Huey moves in on him again, I use the opportunity to shove the nail file into his throat.
“What the fuck,” Hunter yells, dropping Henry to rush forward.
Lucky grabs at his bleeding neck and makes the mistake of yanking the file out. Blood gushes from the wound and he gurgles, swaying side to side.
“What did you do?” Panic rises in Hunter’s voice. “Baby. Fuck . . . no . . . baby.” He reaches Lucky, taking off his jacket to apply pressure to his neck. Judging by Lucky’s pupils blowing and face going still he’s too late.
“No,” Hunter screams. “This wasn’t supposed to go down like this. Baby, wake up. Get up, please.” He kisses Lucky’s pale face after slipping the mask off. “Please,” he whispers.
Henry stands behind him with a heavy statue in his hands and lifts it as high as he can before slamming it down over his head. Hunter crashes to the floor holding Lucky. He tries to scramble forward, reaching for his head, but Henry hits him again. He keeps attacking, beating on him until there’s a loud crack. Blood goes everywhere, all over Henry, and splashing my face as I lean beside to him to grab him and hold his arms still.
“It’s okay now, Honey. It’s okay. You got him. He won’t be hurting either one of us after all.” His face lowers, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. Tears pour down his face ashe looks at me before jumping into my arms. I hold him tight, kissing his face and hair.
