He tossed the condom to the side and pushed my leggings down past my hips. But just as he dipped his fingers into the elastic of my panties, the wooden door burst open, slamming against the wall with a solid crack.
Graham!
He dove onto Hunter, knocking him off me. The sound of their bodies hitting twisted something sickening inside. Elbows collided with jaws. Knees to sternums. Flesh tore, blood sprayed. It was a fucking massacre.
Hunter’d got a few swings in at the beginning, but once one connected, Graham lost it. Swinging his fists one after the other, kicking, punching, kneeing wherever he had a chance at hitting.
I scurried away, pulling my leggings up in the process.
Two grown men in a full-out brawl was not something I wanted to get in between.
Once Graham overpowered him and straddled him just as he did me, he punched him repeatedly, beating him until his face became unrecognizable.
“Graham, stop!” I rushed over and touched his shoulder, attempting to cool the fiery rage that consumed him. “You’re going to kill him.”
“You think he deserves less?” he gritted out with another solid blow connecting.
“No. Butyoudon’t need to have that on your conscience… or your fucking record.”
He stopped and fell back on his heels, catching his breath.
I knelt and pressed two fingers against Hunter’s neck, feeling for a pulse.
Come on… Where is it, dammit?
I adjusted my fingers…
Fuck, come on!
Then I felt it.
…lub dub………..lub dub…………lub dub…..…..lub dub….
I sighed, a wave of relief rushing over me. “He’s not dead.”
“Shame,” Graham gritted out, his jaw clenched tight.
He stood, grunting as he hefted Hunter onto his shoulder and carried him out of the boathouse.
“What are you doing?” I asked, following him out the door and into the darkness of the night.
“Max, we can’t let him go. He’s a murderer. Even if we break the curse… who’s to say he wouldn’t start up again? Besides, we defied direct orders. We broke the law. We’re in too deep now.”
“So you’re not… turning him in?”
“No.”
“What? Can’t we see if there’s some way out? A loophole? Anything?”
“No.” Graham dumped Hunter into the back of the pickup with a thud and threw a canvas tarp over him.
“Are you going to kill him?” I asked, my heart rising in my throat.
Graham’s glare softened when he looked at me. “Go home, Max. Get cleaned up. I’ll meet you there when I’m finished.”
“Graham, I?—”
“Did I fucking stutter?Move!”
