Page 97 of Chasing Honor

“I wasn’t talking about in a court of law, you asswipe. They’ll hunt you like the animal you are and kill you. The only thing I’m sorry about is I won’t be alive to see it.”

I came to the last of the tall cherry laurel bushes that would conceal my position and peered around the waxy leaves. My Glock 22 felt abnormally heavy in my hand, I clutched the grip tighter, until the hard, plastic ribbing bit into my palm.

Frank’s hand pulled back and he pistol whipped Honor across her face. She fell to her knees and covered her face with her hands. Her sob nearly broke my concentration.

I’m sorry, smalls. Just a minute longer.

“Fuck you, bitch. I’ll kill them all, starting with that little brat you love so much, then the—”

The recoil of my weapon barely registered as I watched Frank’s body fall. I’d never been more thankful for all the hours my dad and uncles had spent with me at the range. Years of practice had earned me the nickname Deadeye Dick, something I’d hated until today.

Lorenz was the first to dart out of the shrubs and run toward Honor. I holstered my weapon and did the same. Coming to a sliding halt in front of Honor I dropped to my knees and scooped her up into my lap.

“Thank God. I knew you’d find me,” she cried.

“Always, smalls. I’ll always find you.”

“How’s your mom?”

“She’s fine, baby. Let me see your face.”

“No. It doesn’t matter. Where’s Carson?”

How had I been so lucky to find this perfect, selfless woman? I knew her face had to hurt like a bitch, but she was more concerned with Carson and my mom.

“She’s safe. I need to look at your cheek.”

Honor slowly lifted her head off my chest, and blood trickled down her face and dripped from her chin.

“Fuck.”

“Here.” My dad handed me his shirt. It wasn’t ideal but it was something to stop the bleeding. He knelt in front of us and flicked his knife open. “Let me see your hands.”

She held them out to him, and they were filthy. I also noted several broken nails. The fucker had made her dig with her bare hands. With a single pass of my dad’s blade he sliced through the zip tie.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I’m—”

“No, Honor. Thank you,” my dad said.

A look passed between me and my dad. A silent communication. There were no words necessary. She was my bone-deep, the woman I would breathe and die for. I would fight for the rest of my life to be worthy of her love. She was my Lily Lenox, my one and only. My dad stood and walked to join my uncles. Even though the threat was no longer present, the four most important men in my life still stood guard, reminding me I was never alone. They always had my back, my front, and my sides. They had Honor’s too.

“I called it in. The captain’s on his way,” Lorenz said. “It’s a shame he wouldn’t drop his weapon.”

Not that I wasn’t prepared for any consequences resulting from the shooting and death of the jacknut who’d kidnapped my woman, but it seemed my partner wasn’t going to allow it to come to that.

“Appreciate it.”

“I want to go home,” Honor said.

“We have to wait for the ambulance to get here. You need to be checked out. I think you may need stitches.”

“I’m not staying in the hospital, Ethan. I want to go home. I need to see Carson and Lily. They can look at my face, but that’s it. I’m going to be in our bed tonight. Do you understand me?” She was almost hysterical. “I want to be in our bed, with you and Carson.”

“Okay, smalls.”

“He hurt her,” she yelled. “He pushed his way into our home and tied her up.”

Four menacing growls came from beside us.