“I’ll fucking keep them instead.”
Swinging the bat at the guy’s surprised face, I clip his shoulder when he moves back.Fucking pussy.He hollers, grabbing his arm and scrambling onto his feet, but he’s not faster than me. I’m fueled by murderous rage, and nothing but his still heart in my hands is going to satisfy my anger. I don’t know who he is, but he’s dead.
I pull my arm back, getting ready to swing again when he reaches out for the bat. God bless Seth and his socks, because the stupid bastard gets the sock and I keep the bat. Clenching it tighter between my fists, I slam it into his rib cage, feeling bone give way.
He howls in pain, making me smile.
“Fuck! You fucking prick!” He’s shouting and holding his side, trying to move still.
Glancing back, I see Seth has Mila and is untying her arms. Nodding to him, I silently ask him to take her outside. He nods in reply, but I know he called the police, and that means my time is limited. Turning back toward the soon-to-be-dead man, I’m met with a fist to the side of my face. Mila’s pleas for me to let it go fall on deaf ears. My anger is dulling any pain that I’ll no doubt feel later on. I’ve grappled with Seth enough to know this fucker is going to go down hard. His swings are sloppy, and his breathing is a bit off. That hit to the ribs was pretty hard—no doubt each one of those breaths feels like torture.
I swing the bat at his leg, but the fucker grabs it again, this time pulling it from my grip. That’s fine by me. Rushing forward, I grab around his waist and lift him off his feet. The bat goes flying and as soon as the sack of shit hits the ground, I climb on top and unleash all my pent-up fury.
I rest all my of my weight on his waist and rain blow after blow down on him.
One hit for talking to my girl to start with. Another punch for taking her. I feel his nose crunch under my fist, warm blood spurting out. That’s for the handprint I saw on her face. I hit him over and over like a man possessed, each time thinking of a new transgression that must be answered for. Her fear, breathing the same air as her, tying her up, thinking he had any business existing near my Mila. My Sunshine.My everything.
Grabbing his shirt at the collar, I pull him up so I can stare into his eyes. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but I’m going to end your existence and dump your body in an unmarked grave.”
“Fuck you.” His bloody and busted lip curves into a sadistic smile.
“No thanks, you’re not my type.” Slamming his head against the ground, I get to my feet. He rolls around the floor, moaning and holding his busted ribs. “Not laughing now, are you?”
Picking up the bat, I grip it and slam it against one leg, then the other. The bat vibrates with each swing against his bones. It’s notenough. He took my girl and hurt her. There’s no telling what he would have done if I hadn’t been here. For that alone, I’m going to take his life.
Moving my hair out of the way, I lean down so I can look straight into his eyes. He’s crying, broken and beaten on the floor. Blood pools around us, and I’m not the least bit worried when I see the red-and-blue lights bouncing off the walls.
“I could kill you and not think twice, but death is more than you deserve. You’re going to suffer for what you did.” I nudge his side with my foot, relishing in the way he groans. Grabbing the bat, I wipe the blood off using part of his shirt. Strands of hair have fallen in my face, and I take a moment to push them back again.
The rushing footfalls of the police greet me as I take a seat in the only chair next to the table. “Thanks for showing up, fellas. He should go willingly.”
The man groans softly on the floor in response. Turning my head to the new arrivals, I find Cassie standing among the other officers. “Oh hell, Kash. What’d you do?” Her eyes dart between the prone, bloody form on the floor and me.
“Nothing worse than what he was doing to my girl. Where’s Mila?”
Cassie motions for me to follow her while the others tend to the man wishing he were dead on the floor. He’s not going anywhere.
“Kash, this is bad,” she starts, concern covering her face.
“He’s not dead,” I point out.
“Yeah. Thanks for that,” she responds dryly. “You saved me all sorts of paperwork, but we have a problem.”
“It can wait. Where’s Mila?”
“She’s outside, but, Kash?—”
“Am I being arrested?”
“No, but?—”
“Okay. Perfect.” I head for the exit, needing to see my girl with my own eyes. I need to see she’s fine. Going outside, the crisp night air greets me, and then Mila’s body slams into mine. I wrap hertightly in my arms, and when her vanilla scent fills my lungs, I feel like I can finally breathe again.
Pulling back, I kiss her deeply and hug her against my chest. When I realized something happened to Mila, I’d never felt fear like that. But that fear quickly morphed to rage when I saw that fucker sitting on top of her. He fucking hit her and put marks on her body. I need to know what happened, but there’s a chance I’ll go to jail because I’m likely to murder the fucker when I find out.
Breaking the kiss, I stare into Mila’s eyes. “Are you okay, Sweet Girl?” It’s a stupid question. I know she’s not okay. Running my hands across her body, she squirms in my hold.
“I’m fine, Kash.”
