Because I could practically hear her inner battle.
I was having my own.
But we were insanely outnumbered.
They were armed.
There were innocent women around somewhere.
We had to be smart.
Careful.
No matter how hard it was to watch the Wayne bastard manhandle one of the girls.
Maybe, maybe we all could have kept our cool if shit didn’t go any further.
But we stood there and we watched as he forced the struggling woman down on her knees, then reached to free his dick.
We weren’t close enough to hear what Diana said. But we saw the way her head shook almost violently side to side.
Anowas anoeven without words.
Wayne’s slap to her cheek was loud enough to reach us, hard enough to make Diana whip to the side.
But he was undeterred.
He reached down, gathered a handful of her hair, yanked her back up to her knees, and moved himself closer to her face.
And that was it.
I think for all of us.
Dylan was just faster.
She was halfway through the clearing before I even took two steps. I didn’t think she could move that damn fast. She practically blurred.
One second, Wayne was trying to force himself into the woman’s mouth.
The next, he was tackled to the ground.
It probably wasn’t her first instinct.
I’d reached for my gun right off, but our angle was shit and the wind was whipping harder than usual. It wouldn’t be easy to get a clean shot off at a distance. And the gunshot was sure to bring everyone out of the clubhouse, ready to shoot.
Dylan had surprise on her side.
Wayne went down hard, wind too knocked out of him to fight as Dylan’s fist landed blow after blow.
It all probably would have been fine.
But Diana, likely just out of shock, screamed.
And that was it.
All fucking hell broke loose.
I was vaguely aware of movement in the trees in the direction Saint and Syn had come from.
