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“Doesn’t feel so good when it’s done to you, does it, fuck face?” Pick kneed him again, this time in the balls.
“Enough!” I had to use everything I had to yank him back, and I still barely managed to pull him away, wrapping both of my arms around his torso and giving a good, hard heave. But, Jesus, Pick was a hell of a lot stronger than I took him for. He might not have my mass, but there was a fuck-load of pissed-off muscle packed into his lean frame. I could only drag him a yard or two away before he absolutely resisted and tried to go back for more.
Alec choked out a sound and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He doubled over and folded to the ground.
“Touch her again, and I’ll kill you,” Pick roared, struggling against me. “Got it? I will fuck you up beyond all recognition.”
“Jesus,” I muttered, yanking on him harder to shake some sense into him. “Stop.”
That’s when Lowe finally decided to show his lazy ass up, opening the garage door from his house and shouting, “What the hell?”
“A little help,” I shouted back, still struggling to hold on to Pick.
When Pick spit at Alec, a wad of phlegm landed on the guy’s arms he was using to shield his face.
“Damn,” a struggling Lowe panted from beside me when he took one of Pick’s free arms to help propel him backward. “What the hell just happened?”
Pick pointed at the bleeding pile of wasted space cowering on the garage flood. “He hit her. In the stomach. He fucking hit her baby.”
Stunned silent for a good two seconds, Lowe finally said, “Eva?”
Remembering her, we all three turned to where I’d last seen Eva clutching her belly with her legs folded like broken table legs.
Crouching in front of her, Lowe’s woman grasped Eva’s shoulders. “E?” Reese’s voice trembled. “What happened? Are you okay? Oh, my God. Mason. She’s hurt bad.”
“I…I think I’m bleeding.” Breathing erratically, Eva removed her hand from her stomach to look down.
I looked down too and almost passed out when I saw the red drops splatted onto the concrete under her.
“Shit.” If the bastard had succeeded in killing her kid, Pick really would destroy him.
“No! No, no, no.” Shoving away from us, Pick nudged Reese aside and squatted in front of Eva. “Tinker Bell?” he said as gently as I’d ever heard him speak to anyone.
Eva lifted her face and stared at him from large, water-stained blue eyes. She looked so frightened and full of pain, I gulped down my own rising panic.
“Pick?” she whimpered his name in confusion as he slid his arms under her.
With a forced smile, he nodded. “Hey, beautiful. You want to take a ride with me? I got a real fast car, and we can get you taken care of in no time.”
She sobbed and moaned, then buried her face in his shirt as her fingers clutched fistfuls of his sleeve. “It hurts.”
“I know, baby. I know.” Crooning, he pulled her a little closer and scooped her into his arms before standing up and turning toward me. “Well?” he demanded when no one moved. “Let’s get her to the hospital.”
“But…” I shook my head and glanced at the possibly unconscious guy slumped on Lowe’s garage floor. “What about him?”
“Fuck him.” Pick glared at Alec. “He can rot there and die for all I care. Did you not see him punch her in the stomach?”
“Yeah, but…shit.” I ran my hands through my hair, not used to dealing with this kind of mess. “Shouldn’t we call the police or something?”
“Someone can call them on the way to the hospital. Now let’s go. She’s bleeding.”
That seemed to startle Lowe into action. “Come on.” He grabbed Reese’s arm, and they dashed toward Pick’s car. “Jesus, I can’t believe this is happening.”
That made two of us. I hurried along behind them, abandoning the half-dead baby daddy.
Reese rushed ahead to open the door for Pick and Eva. Gnawing on her lip, she glanced back toward the garage. “What if he’s gone by the time the police show up?”
Pick glanced at her before he ducked his head and slid into the backseat with Eva. “Then I guess I won’t have to go to ja
