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I look Mac right in the eye and tell him exactly what I feel. “If I walk in there and it’s too late, I can’t promise that, Mac. My woman and sister are in there and there’s no telling what condition they are in. I’m warning you right now, and if you have to cuff me later, so be it, but I may not be able to hold my shit.”
Nick speaks up right after me. “Fuck that, Mac. You know damn good and well that neither one of us can promise that. And you also know that if it were your woman in there you would do whatever it takes to ensure that the fuckers pay. No more bullshit. Let’s do this.”
Mac’s jaw goes hard, but he just nods. He knows there’s no stopping Nick and me if we go in there and the situation is what we all fear it will be. He also knows there’s no way he can stop us from going in there. Mac is a good friend and wouldn’t want either of us in trouble.
Silently counting, Garrett and I stealthily jog around to the front of the cabin. Garrett is holding his gun pointed down with both hands. Once we reach the steps, we step lightly up them until we are standing in front of the door. I move to one side while Garrett moves to the other. I hold up my hand to show Garrett that there are five seconds left.
As soon as I pull in the last finger Garrett rears his leg back and slams it forward into the door. The door bangs open against the wall just as we hear the rear door burst open as well. Garrett enters first holding his gun steady in front of him. I enter immediately behind him. What I see almost punches the breath out of me and brings me to my knees. I swear my heart stops for a minute before it starts beating double time.
Both Bailey and Anna are bent over a table opposite of each other. Bailey is still mostly clothed, but Anna is completely naked. Two men are standing behind them. The one behind Bailey has his pants around his knees while the one behind Anna is naked as well. They are both being raped.
When we first stepped through the doorway Bailey’s head was close to Anna’s and facing her, almost in a protective gesture. Now her head is turned my way and my blood boils when I see her bloody and swollen face. My gaze next sweeps to Anna, and my body literally jerks at the damage done to her. She’s barely recognizable. She’s got markings of all kinds on nearly every part of her body. She’s not moving and it scares the shit out of me.
It only takes me seconds to take in the scene and only half that time for rage to enter me. A half a second later the pain ascends. Both feelings leave me with my hands balled into fists and my jaw clenched tightly, ready to do irreparable damage to the two men who have hurt these two precious women. They will fucking pay!
Garrett and Mac have their guns raised to the two bastards, but I push pass Garrett, not caring I’m putting myself in front of the weapon. I see red and my sole purpose is to get to him. Hurt him. Kill him. Nothing can stop me from exacting my revenge on him and pummeling him into a bloody dead mess. I roar in fury and launch myself across the room toward the man behind Bailey. Steven! Even without the picture Mac showed me, I would still know it’s him.
As I near Steven, who is desperately trying to pull up his pants, I vaguely see Nick out the corner of my eye bearing down on the other man, just as I knew he would.
I get to Steven just as he straightens back up. I never slow my movements as my hands reach for his throat, grab tight, and slam him into the nearest wall. With one hand still wrapped around his neck, I rear my other back and throw everything I have into the punch to his face.
Satisfaction flares through me as his head whips to the side and I hear a loud crunch. Blood immediately starts gushing out of his nose, runs down his chin and onto my hand. When he looks back at me, I see that it’s definitely not perfectly straight as it was before.
I watch as Steven’s eyes start to bug out of his head, and his face turns blue. He’s frantically clawing at my hands, trying to pry them off. I only squeeze more tightly, relishing the fact that he knows he’s not the strong one anymore.
Not nearly done with him, I bring my fist back once more and land a punch to his gut. He tries wheezing in a breath, but is unable to because of my hold on his throat. Releasing his neck, I place both hands into his hair and slam his head down onto my lifted knee. He drops to his knees and then slumps to the floor, the force of the hit to my knee knocking him out.
So far into my madness, I don’t care if he’s out cold and unable to defend himself. I don’t just want him knocked out. I want him no longer breathing. Every piece of pain he’s caused Bailey and Anna, I want to deliver to him tenfold. I want him to suffer for everything he’s ever done. I want him to fear for his life. I want him to hurt, just as Bailey has done. I want to watch as the life leaves his body, just as Bailey felt the life of her baby leave hers. No punishment is enough for him. No punch or kick will ever be sufficient. His life has to end.
I jump on top of his prone body and start landing hit after hit to his face. His limp head whips this way and that, slinging blood in all directions. I dimly hear someone shouting my name, but I’m too much into my rampage to really take notice. My hands are bloody, and I know some of it is mine because my knuckles are torn to hell and back. But I don’t care. I don’t feel the pain. I keep swinging my fists.
A delicate form lands beside me and grabs my arm, screaming at me to stop. I immediately stop my next swing and drop my head, squeeze my eyes shut, trying to fight the pull to keep bashing in Steven’s face. My breathing is heavy and my lungs hurt when I try to calm it. I know it’s Bailey beside me. I can smell her sweet scent and it helps relieve the turmoil raging inside me now. The only thing that keeps me from continuing on my destructive path is the knowledge that she needs me right now more than I need to finish the job.
I lift my head and bring my face to hers. The pain I see in her eyes causes my heart to restrict in my chest. Her face is streaked with blood and tears. Her small pert nose has a gash across the bridge and it’s slightly crooked. Her eyes are starting to swell and turn a purplish blue color.
I quickly crawl off Steven’s still body and launch myself at her, landing on my ass and gathering her in my arms. Her arms go around my neck and she buries her face in my neck. I hear her ragged cries and feel her tears soaking the collar of my shirt. I let her cry as I pull her tighter to me.
“Shh… I’ve got you now, angel.” I gently run my hands up and down her back, trying to bring some comfort to her.
“I p-prayed. I prayed a-and prayed you would come.”
The pounding of my heart increases with her words. God, what was going through her mind while Steven had her in his clutches? I close my eyes and try to push back the tears that are threatening to come out. I bury my hands in her hair and push her head closer to my chest. She’s grabbing my shirt with her small hands like she’s never letting go. That’s okay. I plan on never letting her go either. No one will ever harm her again.
Bailey lurches in my arms and tries to pull away. “Anna!” she yells. “We have to help Anna!”
Pulling her back against my body, I try and comfort her. “Calm down, angel. Nick has her.”
Belatedly, I look up and around, and notice Steven’s friend is handcuffed, lying on his stomach. His face is toward me, and I can see that he fared no better than Steven. Pleasure fills me at the sight, but I still want to go over there and smash his face in with my boot.
Mac is standing about three feet from us, in a stance that shows he was about to pull me off Steven if Bailey couldn’t get to me. His look is fierce. I look around some more, trying to locate Nick and Anna, but don’t see them.
“Where’s Nick and Anna?” I ask. My voice is hoarse from the screaming I did while attempting to kill Steven.
His fierce look turns to one of sadness, and I know that something isn’t right. My body jerks at the look and my heart speeds up. Slipping my hands under Bailey’s knees and shoulders, I gently get to my feet, lifting her with me. I need to get to Anna. I need to make sure she’s okay.
Mac walks up to us and clasps my shoulder. “Outside. I’m so fucking sorry, Jax,” he says in a jagged whisper, and I feel Bailey quiver in my arms and release another sob.
I clamp my jaw shut and give him a jerky nod. Preparing myself for the worst but hoping and praying for the best, I slowly make my way toward the door, not wanting to jostle my angel too much. Just before I get there, I hear a shout behind me and turn just in time for a shot to go off from Mac’s gun. Bailey screams at the sound and pulls her arms around me tighter.
