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“Whoa, my man. Your brother’s a big boy and can make his own decisions.” He pats me on the back. “Until next time.”
He walks away and Ash mutters, “Next time my ass.”
“Call Seb and let him know that—”
“Yeah, I don’t think so.” Ash and I snap our heads around at the sound of the voice, but before we can make out the face, my body is slammed hard into the door.
What the fuck?
By the time I registered what the hell is happening, a punch to my gut causes me to double over.
The asshole knocks me to the ground and his boot meets my face until I’m unconscious.
He Saved Me
Chapter 33- Donovan
“Well, look who decided to show up. We’ve been waiting for you!” Frankie waves the gun in the air, laughing like a fuckin’ lunatic.
I scan the room until my eyes land on Shorty. My knees buckle at the sight in front of me but the asshole holding onto me yanks me back up to my feet.
My heart stops.
I can’t breathe.
Fuck, I can’t breathe.
“Take a good look, asshole.”
Ignoring Frankie’s words, my eyes are focused on the only girl who can easily rip my heart in two.
Shorty’s hands are tied together above her head by a rusty metal chain that’s attached to the ceiling. Her legs dangle a few inches off the dirty cement floor. Her beautiful face hangs downward, and her matted black hair with spots of dry blood sticks to her curls and covers her face.
Her chest is barely moving.
What the fuck did he do to her?
Bile rises in my throat when I take in her condition. Tears well up behind my eyes when I notice her clothes are torn, and blood is covering her face and stomach..
Shorty groans when Frankie grabs a chunk of her hair and yanks her head back. I snap.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch her!” A kick to the back of my knees forces me to the ground.
The fucker laughs.
“Baby, you have a visitor. Look who came to say hi.”
Shorty slowly opens her beautiful brown eyes.
I take in a deep, harsh breath.
Her right eye is swollen shut. Black and purple bruises cover her right cheek. It’s like he purposely left one side of her face—untouched, as if he wants me to be able to compare the damage he’s done with what she looks like underneath it.
What a sick, twisted motherfucker.
When Shorty realizes I’m here, her bottom lips tremble and tears begin to fall down her face. I give her a small smile, trying to let her know it’s going to be ok.
Frankie raises the gun and points it to her temple.
