“Go, go to her.”Ryder rasps, his own anger evident in his voice as I fly across the space.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Frank covering his dick and looking furious.We ignore his demands to get out of his hotel room.
Then my entire focus is on Jessie.
She is bruised, her legs stretched wide.Her eyes avert from mine, tears streaming down her black-lined face.Mascara, I assume.Her mouth is bruised, and she has body fluids all over her.
I feel like vomiting, but I won’t.
I won’t do that to her.
Frank is hopping on one leg, trying to pull on briefs, and suddenly my anger takes over, and I pull out my gun and point it at him.
“You piece of fucking shit.How dare you touch what’s mine?”
His eyes dart to Jessie.
“Eyes up, or I will shoot them out of your skull.”
“Okay, let’s—” One of the officers starts.
“Who the hell is this buffoon?Do you know who I am?I want names, and I want you all out of my hotel room,” Frank yells.
My trigger finger tightens.
Doing time for this would be my pleasure.
“Lower your weapon, Rutherford,” Ryder says.“Take care of Jessie.”
“Liam,” she mewls, and my heart breaks.
“Take him, or I’m shooting him,” I warn everyone.
The police move, tugging his arms behind his back and cuffing him as I turn to Jessie, put the safety back on and slide the gun in the back of my pants.
Grabbing a blanket, I toss it over her.
“Don’t listen to the bitch.It was consensual!”Frank yells, and then I hear him squeal.
Fucking pig.
“You’re under arrest—”
I ignore the rest of the Miranda rights and circle the bed.“Jess.”
“Get me out of here,” she sobs, tugging at the restraints.
I untie them.“I’ve got you, Jess.I’ve got you.I’m here.I’ve got you.”
The moment one is untied, she throws herself at me, holding me like I’m her lifeline.I have to clamber over her to get the other one.
“Baby.I’ve got you.”
“Oh god.Oh god.He was going to take me to Texas to be his slave.I was going to die.”
“Shhh.”
“It was him.It was him.He was the one who raped me.”
