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Look at me. Look here, baby. I’ll make it all better. Just hold on one more minute.
Staying silent, I creep inside. The thug is too busy molesting Maisy to notice me winding a length of electrical wire from my garage around my hands. She notices, though. Tears glisten in her eyes and spill down her cheeks.
It’ll be okay, I mouth to her.
My brave girl gives me a fierce look and nods. The guy all over her chuckles and murmurs to her, assuming she’s warming up to him exposing her.
“Get the fuck off her,” I growl as I loop the wire around his neck and pull hard.
A strangled noise of shock catches in his throat as his spine snaps straight. His fingers scrabble at the wire pressed tight to his neck, but I’m taller and I got the jump on him. I keep my elbows tucked tight as I drag him away from Maisy. His legs kick out and flail.
When he goes slack, I wait a few seconds more, then drop him to the floor. Then I’m on him, using my hands to finish the job. His unconscious face turns purple.
“Fox, don’t,” Maisy calls. “Please don’t kill him.” She grunts, struggling against the bindings. “Just get me out of this fucking chair so we can leave.”
My nostrils flare and I dig my thumbs harder into his jugular. I barely recognize my voice when words slip free. “He deserves it.”
“Don’t,” she says again in a tight voice.
With a bitten off snarl, I let go and kick the fucker in the side before I hurry to crouch at her side.
“I’m sorry.” I frame her face, sweeping my thumbs across her tear-stained cheeks.
“It’s not your fault. It’s our parents who brought this kind of danger here.”
Her expression is grim and though she’s doing her best to remain calm, I can tell by the tremor in her limbs as I untie the rope that she’s seconds from her breaking point. I don’t know how long that sick asshole was tormenting her like that, assaulting her body for his own pleasure. My teeth grind so hard my jaw aches.
Once the rope is loose enough, she curls into my chest with a small, anguished sound that cracks my heart in two. I fold her into my arms and stroke her tangled hair.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Her wrists are pink and raw where the brittle plastic ties kept her restrained the more she fought against them. I carefully slide a pocket knife with a serrated slope in the blade between her wrists and the plastic, cutting the bindings away. She rubs them, cradling them close to her chest.
Cupping the back of her head, I pull her close and kiss her forehead.
“Look out!” Maisy yells, pushing me off balance from my crouch so I sprawl to the floor. “He has a gun!”
The thug lumbers toward us with an outraged bellow. His neck is red and angry from the wire and my hands, his eyes bloodshot where a vessel burst.
“You’re dead!” he swears as he comes at me.
“You first,” I spit.
Scrambling back, I swing around onto my knees and launch at his lower body with all my might, upsetting his center of balance and tackling him. He crashes to the floor and we both struggle for the gun he tries to aim at me. I slam his wrist down on the dusty concrete and he spits in my face, swinging at me and catching the side of my head with his fist. It knocks me to the side, but the punch isn’t hard enough to do real damage.
“Fox!” Maisy’s yell sounds to my left.
“Don’t! Stay back!” I command.
“Like hell!”
The guy beneath me screams when she stomps on his hand while I grunt and rip the gun from him, using it to whip across his face to knock him out for a second time. I’m panting as I rise to my knees over his prone figure. Blood trickles from his temple from the force of the blow, but it’s not enough to sate my need to end him.
“Did you kill him?” Maisy whispers.
“No. He’s out cold.” I climb to my feet and tuck the gun into the back of my jeans. “Better fucking stay that way this time. You okay?”
“Yeah.”
