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Isiah?
This was the same guy Romeo was talking about. He owned the nightclub that Dakota and I had been in when Skins and Levi had to rescue us. The same guy who apparently took women and then conveniently made them go missing. The same guy whose men killed a member of my family.
“Isn’t she stunning,” Isiah continued, coming closer. Each of his men moving forward with him. “But, of course, she would be. She has her mother’s features.”
His words were like a punch in the stomach. I was confused, a little shocked, and scared.
How did he know my mother?
I looked up at Huntsman who had completely changed from the man I was just speaking to. The man who was laughing, joking, and sharing stories about his life—the open book was firmly shut tight, locked up, welded shut.
“What do you want?” Huntsman asked, his hand tightening on the back of my shirt.
“What do you think I want?” Isiah threw back, followed by a sinister laugh.
His men moved around us, each scuff of their feet on the asphalt seemed so damn loud in the night air.
“I want to take away the things you care about… like you did to me. I figure your new daughter’s a good place to start.”
“No,” I screamed as one man rushed toward me while another two focused in on Huntsman. One held a set of heavy chains wrapped around his hand and hanging to the ground, the other a pair of knuckle dusters decorated his fingers and glistened in the streetlight like a diamond ring.
Hands grabbed my body, pulling me away.
I held Huntsman as tightly as I could, but it was quickly torn away. He turned to grab for me, but the thick chain came down hard on his arm.
“No. Stop! Please stop,” I screamed as Huntsman cursed in pain and pulled back, just as the man with knuckle dusters swung, smacking him in the jaw.
I fought against the arms that were wrapped around me, digging my fingernails into their skin until they released me. I didn’t waste that brief second when I was free, spinning on the asshole who was still tending to his wounds and driving my foot up into his balls.
He dropped the thick piece of pipe, sending it clattering to the ground. “You little fucking bitch!” he hissed, curling in on himself and falling to his knees.
I dove for the pipe, stumbling, but managing to stay on my feet.
The sound of metal hitting flesh filled my ears. The pain filled groans I knew were coming from Huntsman. I looked up to find him fighting to stay on his feet and fighting off his attackers, blood dripping down his face.
Isiah stood just a few feet away, delight in his eyes and grinning from ear to ear.
I didn’t waste a moment, running at the battle and pulling the pipe back as I focused in on my target.
They were hurting him.
I wouldn’t let them hurt him.
Adrenaline and rage burned hot inside me like a fire.
This man, he was trying to hurt my family. He’d already hurt Dakota and stolen a part of her. I couldn’t let it continue.
I swung, connecting with the ribs of mister knuckle dusters, the impact sending vibrations up through the pipe and my arms. He roared in pain, and I pulled back, ready to swing again only to have someone grab the pipe from behind me and yank it from my hands.
“I don’t think so, little girl,” Isiah’s voice taunted in amusement.
Arms folded around my body again, and I kicked my legs, struggling against the hold, throwing my head back and hoping to hit someone’s face.
“Control the little bitch, will you?” Isiah roared, obviously not impressed he wasn’t in total control of the situation. “Do I have to do everything my fucking self?”
That was when I felt the cold metal against my temple, and my entire body froze.
Isiah grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it back. I whimpered in pain. The arms released me, and he forced me to my knees, the rough texture of the asphalt poking through my jeans, stabbing at my skin. Turns burned at my eyes, caused by both pain and anguish as I looked over to see them do the same thing to Huntsman, but he was looking much worse for the wear.
