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I unleashed my fury, unleashed my pain…and this time I’d kill.
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Kat
Blood…that’s all I saw, splattered in a mask across the face of my Mafia Prince. Only this time it was a mask of rage. But he didn’t stop, he didn’t slow, he just held Damon by the shirt and drove his fist into his face, blow after sickening blow.
“Lazarus,” I groaned, and pulled my legs in closer.
Only then did he still, his fist bloody and white-knuckled under the gore as he turned his focus toward me. Those perfect blue eyes weren’t of the sky anymore…they were arctic.
A sickening, high-pitched wheeze came from the man in his grasp. But I didn't look at him, never turned my gaze. Lazarus was all I cared about…he was all I saw.
My protector.
My defender.
He took a step toward me as the door to our apartment was shoved open and the island’s Commander strode through. He took one look at the ruin left behind from fist and fury and winced. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Then Logan was there, striding through the army of bodyguards, his gaze moving to Lazarus in an instant… then it found me.
“A second son is murdered, and now this?” the Commander moaned.
“He fucking drugged her and raped her. What the fuck did you think was going to happen?”
I tried to hide the flinch of disgust, and swallowed the bitter taste of fear.
“Is that true?” the Commander demanded.
“It’s okay, honey,” Anna whispered beside me, and clutched my hand. “You can tell him the truth.”
I didn’t feel her touch, not really. I was numb, hollow and empty. Just athing, right? A prize.
“I saw him rape her. I heard her tell him to stop and he didn’t.”
Lazarus let out a deadly snarl. “He’s fucking lucky I didn’t put a bullet in his brain.”
The Commander just shook his head. “Fuck me. Take him to the goddamn infirmary. I want the bastard watched.No fucking phone calls.Noanything,until I say.”
Logan and Freddy moved, striding forward to stand at Lazarus’s side…and right in front of me. But Lazarus wasn’t done. He strode forward and I caught the tiny whimper from Damon as he cowered.
“I want to end you,” Lazarus growled. “I want to beat you until I’m the last fucking thing you ever see, and then I want to dump you in the water, still alive…and watch the goddamn sharks feed.”
“And I’ll be right there,” Finley snarled as he stepped closer. “Watching every goddamn second.”
And all I saw was the men in the masks…powerful men.Men who’d love nothing more than to send mercenaries to kill. I couldn’t have that. Not because of me. “No,” I croaked, and pushed myself forward. “Let him live, Lazarus.”
My protector just turned his gaze toward me. “Yeah?”
I slipped my hand from Anna’s, swallowing a shudder. “Get me out of here.”
In an instant, he came for me…and so did Logan, reaching for me.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Lazarus commanded, and Logan's hand dropped.
I burned in the icy blue of Lazarus's stare as he came closer and knelt, sliding one arm under my knees and the other around my back before he gently lifted. “Hold on…hold on to me.”
I wrapped my arms around him, lowering my head to press against his shoulder. Then we were moving, leaving the men and the mess behind and striding toward the elevator. He stared into my eyes, searching them for what I didn’t know. A flicker of life…maybe of hope?
