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For the first time since this shit started, Jimmy looks as though he’s coming unglued. A red flush spreads over his face and the hand holding the gun shakes. Him becoming unhinged is bad. Very fucking bad with the gun shoved inside Cat. Just a twitch of his finger and she’s dead.
“It should have been mine. You took my parents from me. You turned them against me. I killed them because of you.” Spit flies from his mouth, landing on Cat, who’s barely breathing. His voice rises. “You took everything that was supposed to be fucking mine,” he finishes on a roar.
The echo of his scream barely fades from the room when a loud knock sounds against the front door. I tense, preparing to spring forward.
His eyes move to Henry’s over my shoulder. “Go see who it is and take care of it,” he barks.
I’m not sure if Henry never noticed that my hands are nearly free or if he’s just stupid. He moves around me, and I keep one eye on him as he leaves the room while the other stays on Jimmy and his gun.
Thankfully, Jimmy gets up and pulls it free from her then sets it on the couch. The reprieve lasts only a second because his hands move to the waistband of his slacks. Unbuttoning and sliding down the zipper, he pulls out his hard cock and fists it. His lecherous eyes move to Cat laid out before him.
“I always regretted not fucking you myself that night.” He tugs on his cock. “Out of all the women I’ve had over the years, your pussy would have been the tightest. My son says you were his favorite, while Terry favored your boy and Howard favored the little bitch. Having you for only one night won’t be nearly enough. Too bad I can’t take you with me to play with at my leisure, but I don’t have time for that.”
With one hand around Cat’s throat and one gripping his dick between her legs, he leans down, resting most of his weight on her. His head swivels toward me, his crazed eyes meeting mine with a twisted smile.
“I have just enough time for you to watch as I squeeze the life out of your bitch while I fuck her,” he says, bending his knees, the tip of his dick an inch from Cat.
My jaw cramps at how hard I’m clenching my teeth. Behind me, I pull my blood-slicked hand free from the rope.
Everything happens at once. When I stand to my feet, ready to charge Jimmy to break his fucking neck, Henry stumbles backward into the living room, his hand around his throat. Red oozes from between his fingers and he falls back onto the floor. Just as he lands, the window across the room shatters and a figure dives inside. Jimmy, who’s momentarily stunned by the events, pauses long enough for me to reach him.
I briefly register Cat’s muffled scream as my roar fills the room. I have my hand wrapped around Jimmy’s neck in the next second, and I pick him up, slamming him to the floor and follow him down.
I’m blinded by rage. All I can see, my every fucking thought, is to continue squeezing until his eyes pop out of their sockets. To feel the life leave his body.
Jimmy will die a brutal death, but not at this moment. He deserves a death much more painful and prolonged.
Cat’s whimpers draw my attention away from Jimmy, whose face has turned red from lack of oxygen. Seeing fear and pain in her beautiful blues, I immediately let go of Jimmy.
I notice Silas, who must have been the person at the front door, standing over a deathly still Henry, and I jerk my chin at Jimmy. “Secure him and put him in the basement at Slate,” I growl, barely containing the rage still roaring through my veins. “Station Kurt outside the room. No one goes in unless it’s you or me.”
Dropping to my knees beside the coffee table, I gently remove the tape covering Cat’s mouth. As soon as it’s gone, she bursts into tears.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper hoarsely. I start working on the ropes around her wrists, but it’s taking too fucking long. A knife appears over my shoulder.
The second the ropes are cut away, I’m pulling Cat from the table at the same time she’s scrambling to get onto my lap. With her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, I fall to my ass. We’re as close as two bodies can get, but it’s still not enough. I want to absorb her into my skin and never let her free.
I look up when a blanket is set over Cat’s shoulders and meet Mathias’s eyes. “Thanks,” I grunt.
He walks away without a word.
I bury my face in Cat’s hair, breathing in her scent, reassuring myself that she’s really okay. Her body begins to shake, so I tuck the blanket around her more tightly, leaving smears of blood from my wrists on the material. I’m not sure if she’s cold or her shivers are because of the events over the last couple of hours.
I pull my head out of her hair and gently tip her head back, needing to see her face.
“Are you okay?” I ask, forcing the words out through my dry throat.
Her chin jerks up and her tongue darts out, licking away a fallen tear sliding down her lip. “Yes. I think so.”
My chest hurts, like someone punched me in the solar plexus. My eyes roam her face. Her cheeks are splotchy and red, her eyes are swollen and bloodshot, and there’s a cut on her bottom lip from when Jimmy slammed her face on the counter. There’s also a bruise forming on her left cheek, and blood drips from her nose.
My eyes move to the man lying on the floor on his stomach only ten feet away. My anger renews, not that it’s lessened all that much. I want to set Cat aside and pummel the bastard until every bone in his body breaks beneath my hands.
“Hey,” Cat says, laying her hand against my cheek and turning my head back to her. “Don’t look at him. Look at me.”
I inhale a shaky breath and let it out slowly. Careful not to hurt her, I pull her toward me again. She comes willingly, tucking her head back into my neck.
I close my eyes, letting the closeness of her body soak into my bones, calming the unspent rage still radiating through me.
