AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Donovan’s head jerked toward his voice.
“He’s taking her!”
Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Ryan took off at a dead sprint, not waiting to see what Donovan would do. His only concern was his girl. He wasn’t entirely sure how much danger was involved yet, but every instinct inside him was screaming. Every scenario ended in her broken and discarded, or worse—taken.
“So, are we saving the damsel?”
Ryan swore. “What the hell are you doing, Moreau?”
“Saving the girl.” Luc grinned as he lengthened his stride to match Ryan’s. They were both freakishly tall, though Luc seemed he might be a touch more fit.
Ryan pushed a reporter aside and went wide around another crush of people. “It’s my girl.”
“Dude is big. Thought you might need some help.”
Ryan caught the edge of the wall and followed Denver and her captor around the corner, where the heavy draperies ended and a hallway started. “Colorado!” he called after them. He couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not ever.
Denver tried to shake the guy off, but he was dragging her along as if she were a stubborn child rather than a full-grown woman. Suddenly she saw something at the end of the hallway, and her struggles multiplied.
Ryan double-timed it, running until his heart was
pumping blood faster than he could oxygenate. His periphery became little spots, but one thing was in focus. Her. Always her. “I hope you can fight,” he managed to gasp out.
“I’ve been in one a time or two.”
Ryan finally made up enough ground to leap after the fake security guy. He took him out at the knees and he, Ryan, and Denver all landed hard.
Denver rolled away in a flash of green and skin. Ryan had to hope she was okay, because his focus was on the wall of muscle tangled with him. They rolled and Ryan used his long arms to his advantage and plowed his fists into the man’s midsection.
Not a goddamn sound out of him.
Ryan’s knuckles throbbed, but he kept up with one blow after another until the guy finally blocked and reared up.
Denver scrabbled back on her feet and hands until she hit the wall with a hiss of pain. Distracted that she was so close to them, he swung up blindly.
The guy had a jaw made of cement. Fuck.
He didn’t even react to Ryan’s fist. Arctic-blue eyes bulged and a fist the approximate size of the Incredible Hulk’s decimated Ryan’s ribs. Ryan rolled into a ball to protect himself from the next blow and it glanced off his shoulder.
Ryan kicked out and hit a target. The howl of rage was a victory, until he was hauled off the floor and Hulk Smash got in another shot, this time to his kidneys. Ryan went down on his knees, his breath wheezing out.
The Hulk bent down, fisting his hand in Ryan’s curls. Just as Hulk pulled him up a few inches, Luc shoulder-blocked the guy into the wall. Luc was no joke. Hell, he was almost evenly matched size-wise with the Hulk.
Luc bounced on his feet from side to side and got in a few more shots as Ryan dragged himself toward Denver.
“No, Marco. Enough!” Her voice was hoarse with emotion and tears streamed down her face. “Enough. I’ll go with you. Just don’t hurt him!”
“No.” Ryan hauled himself a few more inches until a pair of shiny black shoes came into view. They came toward him, then suddenly the man attached to the shoes went in reverse.
“That won’t be happening today.”
Ryan collapsed against the cold concrete floor. Best voice ever in the history of British voices. “Thank God.” Ryan coughed. “Thank God, he heard me.”
“Gentlemen, I believe this man is who you want. I wish I could say it was nice to see you, Marco. I warned you not to come near me or mine ever again.” Donovan’s cultured voice never wavered.
Denver scooted over to Ryan, her hand cupping his cheek. “Are you okay?”
Ryan nodded and sucked back a moan as he tried to sit up. So not cool to cry in front of his girl.
