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“Wanna bet my father is protecting him, too?” Damon told us, pulling on his. “So much in fucking common.”
“Let’s change his life forever.” I started off, charging for the car and curling my fists as the guys flanked me.
I wished Michael were here—we were better as a unit—but we’d just have to fill him in when he got back from his basketball clinic in Atlanta.
“Don’t let them hear your voices,” I said, taking out my knife. “Whisper.”
I tossed it to Kai who quickly unsheathed it, stabbed a tire, the air pouring out, and Damon and I ripped open each of the back doors.
River screamed as he grabbed her out of the car, and I shot out my fist, growling as I popped that scumbag in the fucking face.
I pulled him out of the car as he coughed and sputtered, the blood pouring into his mouth from his nose.
“Get home,” Damon ordered her.
Her worried gaze darted between us, her face already wet with tears from whatever Scott was trying to do to her in there.
But I could guess. You’re a minor. I’ll take you home where you belong, but on second thought, I won’t bring you in or call your parents about the drugs and alcohol I found in your car if you just come here next to me for a minute and don’t tell anyone.
Jesus Christ.
Diving down, I hit him again.
And again and again before rising up and kicking him in the back of the head.
Motherfucker. That motherfucker.
He wanted to hurt River like he hurt his sister—rough her up, make her cry…
Or worse.
And God help me, if he did anything like that to Emmy, I wouldn’t hesitate. He’d be dead.
River ran off, back toward the highway, as Kai rounded the car, stabbing the rest of the tires. I whipped open the front door, kicking the radio and ripping it off its wires, while Damon tore off the dash cam, dropping it to the ground and stomping it with his foot.
Chances were the cop already turned that shit off when he parked with the girl here, but I didn’t want him being able to call for help, either.
I reached into my hoodie pocket, took out the cell phone and tossed it over the roof of the car to Damon before reaching back in and pulling out a thick cut of rope.
I walked over, planted my foot on his back, and pushed him back down the ground.
“Don’t look for us when this is over,” I whispered to disguise my voice. “And don’t you ever touch any woman again. Not River Layton. Not Emory. Not anyone.” I leaned down, wrapping the rope around his neck. “If we find out you did, we won’t let you walk away next time.”
He gasped and grunted, and I rolled him over, his eyes sharpening as he met mine through my mask
Thrashing, he rolled away and tried to scramble to his feet, but in a moment, we were all on him, kicking him and launching fists.
I jerked my head at Kai, and we all picked Scott up, took him into the warehouse, and tied his wrists, securing them above his head to a steel beam.
We all backed away, the guys probably waiting to let me have first go as Damon took out the phone and started filming.
I paused. It was stupid to document this, but…
I licked my lips, seething and still tasting the bourbon I’d had in the car.
I wanted to watch it. To relive it. To see him suffer over and over again.
“Look at me,” I whispered.
