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Chaz swings the bat again, denting my trunk. “Oh, look at you, professor. You really think you’re a match for me? Give me my omega. Hand her to me, and you can go back to your pathetic life.”
“Fuck off! She’s mine!” I rush Chaz, ducking as he swings the bat over my head.
I smash my flashlight into his knee, dropping him to the ground. He hollers in pain, his bravado and cockiness getting to his head. He has a lot of fucking nerve.
I growl, glowering at the pathetic piece of shit. He rolls over, pushing to his feet. I swing the flashlight again, missing him on purpose. I want so badly to beat him senseless. I want to ensure he never fucking dares look at Scarlett again, but I can’t have his blood on my hands. I don’t have the resources to get out of a murder charge. It’s the only thing that stops me.
“Jonah, he’s not worth it. Please get me out of here,” Scarlett cries, peeking through the open window as she sits behind the wheel. “I hurt so bad.”
My insides twist at her pain. “I’m so sorry. We’ll go. I just need to call—”
Scarlett’s eyes widen. “Jonah!”
I spin, catching sight of Chaz. He wasn’t running away in defeat. He was running to get a knife. Jerking my arms, I swing the flashlight, getting him to hop back out of my way. He jabs the blade, his eyes narrow. Baring his teeth, he growls and tries charging me. I dodge out of the way, and he rushes toward the driver’s side door of my Volvo. Scarlett screeches and starts the engine, putting it in reverse.
Chaz smacks his hands to the window. “You slut!”
Clenching my jaw, I attempt to swing the flashlight again, but Chaz catches my reflection in my tinted window. I hit the roof of my Volvo, opening myself up. He rams into my gut, knocking me off my feet. The flashlight rolls out of my reach.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Chaz latches his fingers around my neck, aiming the blade at my throat. “Fucking back down. I’ll make sure you don’t fucking breed ever. I mean it! She doesn’t belong to you anymore. You’ve lost your fucking—”
Scarlett screams and swings the flashlight against Chaz’s head. Blood peppers my face, and I stare at my beautiful savior for only a second. Shoving my hands into Chaz’s chest, I push him off. His eyes roll to the back of his head, Scarlett’s strength knocking him unconscious.
“Jonah, fuck. Fuck! Let me see you.” Scarlett pats her hands over my chest and neck, working her way up to my cheeks. “Did he hurt you?”
I huff out a ragged breath, my heart crashing around my chest. “I’m okay. Come on. We need to get out of here. We’ll call a car. I’m not going to risk him following us. There’s probably a tracker or some shit.”
I push to my feet, grabbing Scarlett’s hand. Chaz remains slumped on the ground, his knife near his hand. I kick it as hard as I can, sending it into the bushes lining the parking lot. I’m not letting him take the fucking evidence. I just hope the pack authority can get here soon enough to see him.
Scarlett jogs to keep up with me, and I guide her around the vast property of the Marina Hotel and to the pathway that will take us to the harbor. All I can think about is getting away. Getting space between that monster and my beautiful woman.
We don’t stop until we reach a long drive that travels around the harbor, the shops busy and full of life. I find a table outside a small food stand, and I slump into it. I pull Scarlett onto my lap, knowing that she’s probably going crazy. I know I am. It takes everything in me not to return to the hotel to find and finish Chaz. Scarlett should’ve never been put in this position. She should’ve never been the one to have to save my ass.
But I’m so damn proud of her.
Me: Where are you? We have a huge problem.
Adrian: We’re heading toward the marina now.
Me: You need to call a car instead. Chaz showed up. I think the fucker put tracking devices on our vehicles.
Adrian: Are you okay? What about Scarlett?
Me: We’re a bit shaken, and Scarlett is most definitely in heat now. We need to find somewhere to hide out. Chaz said some concerning things.
Adrian: Ezra’s arranging things now. We’ll pick you up shortly. Just hold on as best as you can. Tell Scarlett we are coming.
Scarlett reads the text messages and releases the quietest of whimpers, resting her head against me. I know she feels sick, and her hormones are out of control. She’s doing her best to remain calm, but I know she’s close to her breaking point. I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure she doesn’t shatter.
I hug her close. “It’ll only take them ten minutes tops.”
She rubs her legs together, digging her fingers into my thigh. “I can’t believe this is happening. What have I done to deserve this? Why is he trying to ruin our lives?”
My heart aches for her. I wish I had answers, but all I can do is hug her tighter and kiss her hair. Because I’m wondering the same thing.
I can’t shake this nagging feeling. Chaz said some things that I don’t understand. And we need to figure it out. Soon.
