All I saw of Brennan were his legs lying beneath Drake’s. Because Drake’s big body was lying flat on top of Brennan as he ruthlessly fucked into him from behind, his hands around Brennan’s neck, his pants around his knees and his bare ass flexing.
The need to kill drove me forward and I actually threw my gun to the ground so I’d have both hands free when I reached him. Kicking in the door had caught Drake’s attention, but I was nearly on top of him before he scrambled off of Brennan and went for the gun lying next to the mattress. I ignored the sight of Brennan’s naked lower half as well as the fact that he hadn’t moved and grabbed Drake by the hair and dragged him backwards. He yelped as I drove my fist into his face and then I slammed my knee into his exposed groin. His cry of agony filtered through the room and he fell to his knees, his hands cupping his cock and balls. I hit him again and then followed him down when he hit the ground. I drove my fist into his face over and over again until I could taste his blood as it sprayed on my own face and mouth.
“Memphis, stop!” someone yelled. I didn’t of course, but as I let my fist fly again, Ronan was there to catch it and he dragged me off of Drake.
“Let me go!” I snarled as I turned on Ronan and tried to shove him off of me.
“Memphis, look!” Ronan ordered, his voice surprisingly calm. I followed the direction he was pointing in and saw that Tristan was kneeling next to Brennan’s head, tears streaming down his face. His head was lowered so that it looked like he was talking to Brennan and I watched as he carefully lifted Brennan’s head so that it was resting in his lap. Tanner was nowhere to be seen, so I could only assume his father had gotten him out of the room.
I was struggling to catch my breath as I watched Cade use a knife to cut through the zip ties on Brennan’s wrists. The big man stripped off his shirt and used it to cover Brennan’s naked lower body.
A sob tore from my throat as the reality of it all hit me.
I’d done this. It was just like Drake had said during the trial.
“Memphis, your men need you,” Ronan said gently.
I was about to go to them when I heard a gurgle come from Drake and then a wet-sounding laugh. “So much for not sharing him, My Sweet,” he choked out.
I would have thought it would be harder to choose between going to Drake and finishing what I started or getting to Brennan, but it wasn’t. It was one of the easiest decisions I’d ever made. I ignored Drake as I hurried to the mattress.
“Memphis!” I heard Drake call, his broken voice rife with anger. He shouted my name again, but I barely heard it as I knelt on the bed next to Brennan.
“Brennan, baby,” I whispered as I touched his cheek. His eyes were closed and there was vomit on the bed as well as around his mouth, but I could tell he was breathing.
“Memphis,” Tristan whispered, his voice high and filled with fear.
“He’ll be okay, Tristan,” I said firmly. “We need to get him out of here, okay?”
I looked up at Cade whose anguished eyes were on the young man he considered as much a nephew as Tristan. “Help me get him up?” I asked. I’d only met Cade once and while our first meeting hadn’t gone well and he knew both his nephews had ended up in this situation because of me, I saw no recrimination in his eyes as he nodded. Cade helped me roll Brennan and used his shirt to cover him again and then helped me lift him. Tristan was at my side as Cade helped me get to my feet. Although Brennan wasn’t a small man by any means, I barely felt his weight as I cradled him against my chest.
I saw Ronan standing over Drake who was still conscious and had a satisfied smile on his bloody lips. But when I saw Ronan pull a small handkerchief from his pocket, a sense of realization and relief went through me because I knew what he was doing and why. If I hadn’t been so consumed with rage and the need to put my hands on Drake, it would have been easy enough just to put a bullet in his brain and say he’d been killed to stop him from hurting Brennan any further. But because I’d beaten the man within an inch of his life, thus making it so he wasn’t a danger to anyone in that moment,Ronan needed to take a more creative approach to explain to the cops why the man wouldn’t be walking out of that room. He reached down to grab Drake’s gun with the piece of fabric and when Cade stepped to his side, Ronan simply said, “You should go.”
I began walking towards the door because I needed to get both Tristan and Brennan out of there.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Cade said coldly, his dark eyes on the man on the floor.
Ronan was quiet for a moment before he handed Cade Drake’s gun. “You a good shot?” he asked. Cade took the gun, careful not to let his fingerprints transfer to it.
“The best,” the man said calmly. “Where do you want it?”
“Upper arm,” Ronan said and then I watched him aim his own gun at Drake. I didn’t stick around to watch the man die because I didn’t need to. I needed to get Brennan help.
I was out the door when I heard the first shot, though it was muffled by Ronan’s silencer. A second shot that wasn’t muffled followed.
I kept moving until I got Brennan outside. I could already hear sirens in the distance and I hoped like hell it was the ambulance. I fell to my knees in a soft patch of grass and held Brennan against me as I pushed his hair off his face. Tristan pressed up against me and used the edge of his shirt to wipe away the vomit from Brennan’s mouth. “Why isn’t he waking up?” Tristan whispered.
I shook my head as tears fell down my face. “He will,” I said. I dropped my head and brushed my lips over Brennan’s temple. “We’re here, baby. We’re both here.”
Ronan dropped down next to me a moment later and despite the blood streaming from a gash in his upper arm, he began checking Brennan’s vitals. “His vitals are good,” he said. “I think he’s just passed out,” he continued before checking the injury on Brennan’s temple. “He probably has a concussion, but he’s not in any immediate danger,” Ronan reassured us.
As the flashing red lights from an ambulance began to light up the darkness around us, I saw both my men and Dom’s forming ahalf circle around us, their expressions heavy with concern. Dom was standing off to the side, his little boy crying in his arms.
I dropped my eyes back down to Brennan, but all I could hear was Drake’s voice…and Dom’s…and all those of the men watching us.
You did this.
“Mr. Wheland,are you sure I can’t get you something?” I heard the nurse ask as she began the task of replacing Brennan’s IV bag.
