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He'd been kicking her. Kicking her and kicking her. A red haze washed over his mind as his fist slammed into the older man's face, knocking him across the room.
"Kia. " Chase dropped to his knees beside her.
She was huddled against the wall, blood on her face, her shoulder; her complexion was paper white, her eyes dazed and unfocused.
"No. " She coughed, a racking sound that tore through him.
"Get an ambulance!" he screamed as Cameron and Ian rushed through the door. "Get an ambulance. Ah God. Kia, baby. "
He was terrified to touch her. He'd seen Brockheim's foot ramming into her side. God, how many times had he kicked her? How hard?
He turned and watched as Brockheim scrambled back from Khalid, the gun still in his hand. Khalid stood before him.
"I'll kill you. " Brockheim was crying, his nose and mouth bleeding.
"Make the first shot count. " Khalid's voice sounded demonic. "Because my shot will take off your head. And if mine doesn't, theirs will. " He jerked his head to draw Brockheim's attention away.
Chase, Cameron, Ian, and Drew watched him, guns drawn. And Chase wanted him dead. He wanted a piece of that bastard so fucking bad he couldn't breathe.
But Kia. Sweet God, he moved in front of her as she reached out for him. Her face was tear-stained, sobs erupting from her chest as he gripped her hands with one of his and made certain she was shielded.
Brockheim was staring at them now in rage and panic. The gun was shaking in his hand, and Chase watched, cold, enraged, as Brockheim brought the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger.
At the explosion Kia flinched and cried out.
"Chase!" She reached for him, panic filling her. "No. Chase. "
He caught her against his chest.
"Oh God, don't be shot," she sobbed. "Please, God, Chase, don't be shot. "
He pulled her to him, wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm fine, baby. " He lowered his head over hers, and for the first time in too long, he felt tears fill his eyes. "I'm fine, baby. I have you. "
"Don't be shot," she cried hoarsely. "You can't be. "
"No, baby. I swear. " He wanted to rock her and was too scared to. He wanted to lift her into his arms, but was terrified of the pain he might cause her.
Her hands were on his back, stroking down it. His chest. She was touching him, though he could tell it was hurting her to do so.
He could still hear the assault on Kia through that damned door, Brockheim demanding she call, and her attack. He could still feel the terror streaking through him. It was still feeding through him, growing and intensifying as she continued to sob against his chest.
Kia didn't cry easily. And she didn't cry like this.
"Ambulance is on its way. " Cameron hunkered down beside them, his expression somber. "So is Detective Allen. "
"She's hurt. " Chase lifted his head to look intently at his brother. "God, Cameron. She let him hurt her, to save me. "
Just as Cameron had let their aunt hurt him to save Chase. He saw it in his brother's eyes. Knew it in his heart.
"You killed for me," Cameron whispered. "For me and Jaci. Because you loved us. She was watching your back, Chase, the same as you would have for her. "
Chase shook his head and looked down at her, so fragile in his arms, blood seeping from the wound on her head, her gown torn, sobs still pouring from her as she held on to him.
"I love you, Kia. " He pressed his head against hers, held her and prayed, prayed with everything inside him that he had gotten to her in time. "I love you. Ah God, baby, I love you. "
Chapter 26
