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“Kat,” she whimpered. “Kat…Kat!”
Lazarus swung his gaze toward them, that bestial glare narrowed in on the redhead.
“You…” I growled and took a step closer. Hard breaths punctured every word. “You’re a fucking dead man.”
The bastard just gripped his wrist and screamed. Bent fingers, bloodied and broken. It was nothing compared to what I wanted to do to him.
“What the fuck did you give her?” Anna yelled at Damon.
Lazarus stiffened and whipped his gaze toward her. “What?”
“Gave her something,” Anna whimpered, and lifted a trembling hand to Kat’s cheek. “Drugged her…raped—“
Lazarus lunged, grabbing Damon by his shirt. “What the fuck did you give her?”
“Just a little E…” he shouted.“That’s ALL!”
“You gave her fucking E?”Lazarus loomed over him, dragging the male closer by his shirt. “You gave her fucking E and raped her?”
“He’s been doing it for days,” Anna insisted, her eyes wild with rage. “Leaving bruises…I saw them…”
Kat just clenched her legs tighter and curled into a ball. “It doesn’t matter…it’s what they all do.”
“The fuck…they…do,” Lazarus howled.
The blow was brutal…and fast. Lazarus unleashed, driving his fist into Damon’s face over and overand over. The sickeningcrunchesfilled my ears. I couldn’t have stopped Lazarus, even if I'd wanted to…and I didn’t want to.
In that moment, we were savages…in that moment, we were wrath.
Drops of blood splattered the marble floor. Damon didn’t fight back…he couldn’t. He could only take blow after punishing blow until Lazarus let out a primal howl of fury and stopped, his bloodied fist hovering in the air, trembling with need.
“Lazarus,” Kat’s voice was hoarse…faint.
But that one fucking word drew the monster from his kill and Lazarus Rossi turned his head toward her.
Kat sat there on the floor, one hand gripping Anna’s, her eyes shell-shocked and glazed.
Lazarus sucked in hard breaths and let the mangled mess that was Damon Zakharov drop to the floor. His face was fucking ruined, lips split in several places, a busted eye socket that was already beginning to swell, and it looked like his cheek was fractured…in three places. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Oh fuck no. The bastard was going to need multiple surgeries to correct what was left of his nose.
A sickening high-pitched wheeze was coming from him, one that made my stomach clench.
The elevator doors opened at that moment…and the Commander strode out. He took one look at us and the goddamn mess of Damon’s face, and let out a groan. “Jesus fuckingChrist.”
Lazarus’s bodyguards stepped out behind the Commander, and Max was half a step behind. I straightened as the Commander gave me a once-over, and moved his gaze to Lazarus…then to Zakharov.
“A second son is murdered and now this?” Mateo muttered, and shook his head. The stairwell door opened and two of the island’s security guards strode out.
“He fucking drugged her and raped her. What the fuck did you think was going to happen?” Lazarus snarled, angling his body toward the Commander.
The Albanian just stilled, his brows narrowing as he cast Kat a glance. “Is that true?”
Anna didn’t answer, just turned to Kat, holding onto her hand. “It’s okay, honey. You can tell him the truth.”
But there was something in Kat’s eyes. It was more than detachment. It was total shut-down.
“I saw him rape her,” Anna finally answered, turning to the Commander. “I heard her tell him to stop, but he didn’t.”
Lazarus sucked in several hard breaths and stabbed a finger at the broken piece of shit. “He’s fucking lucky I didn’t put a bullet in his brain.”
