“We’re not going to let anything happen to you,” I cooed over to her, taking her hand to calm her down.
Jett hooked his arm around her neck. “With the two of us watching over you, there’s nothing that Alastor could do to get to you.”
Katherine breathed in slowly, nodding her head. “You’re right. I am just overreacting.”
“Let’s eat and not worry about that douchebag for at least a few hours.” Jett pulled a seat out for Katherine, helping her sit.
We were halfway through eating our meal at my kitchen table when terror struck. Out of nowhere, the window behind Jett erupted and a large man was tackling him to the tile as glass scattered all around.
Jett instantly started to fend off the attacker as he bellowed, “Get her the fuck out of here!”
Without even thinking, I whisked Katherine up into my arms and ran out the front door.
She was fighting me every step of the way. “We can’t leave him. Alastor will kill my bother! Reese, please!”
I had to shut her crying pleas out of my mind as I let my Harley roar to life and I forced her onto the back of my bike.
“He’ll kill you too or worse if I don’t get you out of here,” I yelled, gravel flying out from my back tire as I peeled out of my drive. “Jett is one tough motherfucker. He won’t let Alastor win.”
I was say it to the both of us. I was terrified that I just left my friend to die, but I didn’t know what else to do. Protecting Katherine was all I had.
With clenched fists, she wailed on my back. “Reese! Please! Stop! Go back!”
Her struggling made it near impossible for me to keep my bike steady, and finally I gave in. There was no way I was going to be able to get Katherine to safety with her fighting me the entire ride.
We hadn’t even made it a mile down the road when I turned back against my better judgement.
“Thank you.” She kissed the back of my neck. I hated that I was about to drive her to the most unsafe place I ever could but I had to.
I hated everything about what was happening.
As soon as I dropped the kickstand, I shoved my truck keys into her hand. “Get in, crouch down in the back, lock the doors. Do not do anything until Jett or I come get you.”
“Please save him.” Her bloodshot eyes met mine as she took the keys from me.
“Promise. Now go!”
I pulled my Springfield XD-S out of its holster, slowly starting to make my way into the silent house. Something was seriously wrong. The stillness disturbed me as very hair on my body stood on end.
Just as I got through the front door, Alastor lunged for me.
I got one shot off, but it only grazed his forearm.
As he fought his way on top of me, slamming my fist into the tiled flooring, I saw Jett’s still, bloodied body on the ground in the kitchen.
“You fucking piece of shit!” I wailed as my hand was forced to release my weapon.
Alastor spit in my face. “I only came for what belongs to me. No one needed to get hurt.”
“She will never be yours.” I was able to throw him off of me and land a few good punches before he revealed the knife that had been hiding in his back pocket.
“You’re wrong. She loves me and I love her. All I want to do is bring my precious home with me. I don’t want to hurt her.”
I pounced on him, trying to fight the knife out of his grip. “You’re never taking her, not unless I am no longer standing.”
“That can be arranged,” he snarled as he whipped down and tried to slice right through my Achilles tendon.
What a fucking pussy.
