Seth’s face became red, and he jerked his gun as though he was gripping it tighter. “If you don’t let her go, I will blow your fucking head off!” The cocking of a gun caused me to widen my eyes, and tears started to roll down my cheek.
I stared at Seth because he was the last person I wanted to see before I died.
19
Seth
When I sawCat in the line of girls waiting to be purchased, my entire world stopped. When I saw the man rub his hand on her beautiful face and grab her number, I thought I was going to explode. When I barged into the room where he’d dragged her, and she was stripped of her underwear, his hands on my girl—my pussy, I thought I was going to turn into the Hulk and rip him to fucking shreds. But seeing a gun to her head was far worse. Sure, I’d been in hostage situations before, but not when it was the woman I wanted to marry. The one I loved more than my next breath.
My heart raced, my blood rushed through my veins, and I started to shake out of anger. I couldn’t pull the trigger. What if I missed and then Tony pulled his trigger? What if I hit Cat and killed her? I couldn’t let that happen, and I couldn’t let Tony take her from me either.
“If you don’t let her go, I will blow your fucking head off!”
Tony smirked. I knew he was about to pull his trigger. What sick bastard wouldn’t? But then, in my peripheral vision, I saw Bryce moving slowly toward him. Was he going to shoot me? Was he going to shoot Cat?
The familiar pop came from a gun, blood splattered everywhere, hitting me in the face, and Cat screamed. I rushed to her, ready to pull her from Tony and then shove my gun between his eyes and pull my fucking trigger—end this motherfucker once and for all. Before I could get to her, there was another pop of a gun, and I watched as Cat went flying toward the couch. I moved that way, knowing that I needed to stop any bleeding to try and save her.
“This is for my sister!” Bryce roared.
Pop.
“This is for my mother!”
Pop.
“And this is for me!”
Pop.
My body covered Cat’s as I looked over to see Bryce standing above his father, a gun pointed at Tony’s head—or what was left of it. Tony and the man who had bought Cat lay on the floor, bleeding and not moving.
Paul rushed to me. “Is she hit? Are you hit? Where the fuck is Joss?”
I pulled back from Cat and scanned her body. The only blood I could see were dots from the residual red spatter. “Were you hit, baby?”
Her chocolate eyes that were fresh with tears looked up at me. She shook her head then buried her head in the crook of my arm.
“Are you hit?” I asked Paul.
“Nah, Bryce did all the shooting.”
The cavalry moved in, handcuffing Bryce, and then Joss was at my side. “What happened?”
“Get me a blanket or something to cover Cat up,” I ordered. I wasn’t going to tell Joss anything with Cat half-naked in my arms and a swarm of men piling into the small room.
She snapped her fingers, and I assumed that meant she told someone to get us a blanket. Bryce passed us as he was being escorted out. Joss stood and wrapped her arms around her brother and whispered in his ear. I couldn’t hear what she’d said, but he nodded and then he was gone.
Before Joss could ask me again what had happened, I asked, “What took you so long?” The moment I’d turned around and realized Cat was missing, I’d told Joss it was go time, and then I was running after her in the direction the man who bought her went. I went on my hunch that it was through the open door, and thankfully, I was right.
“Did you see all those pimps? It took us a few minutes to get them all in cuffs. They’re still working on it now.”
I nodded, still holding Cat tight against me.
“Are you okay, Cat?” Joss asked, and reached out to rub her hand on Cat’s head. Cat nodded, not saying a word.
“She was almost raped and shot, Jossie. Give her some time.”
“Okay.” Joss stood and reached for a blanket that someone had handed her. She handed it to me, and I wrapped it around Cat. “Are you okay? What about you, PJ?”
