Page 47 of Prey

It didn’t take me long to find Roman and the bikers. I blinked away the tears and took in the scene.

He was outnumbered, but he was handling himself well.

One of the big bastards was already unconscious, while Roman took on the other two, a bald one who was only taller than him by an inch or so, and another one who was shorter and leaner than both of them.

We both knew the second one would be easier to take out, so Roman mainly focused on the bald one.

I let out a small scream when he took a hit to the rib, my hands shaking.

I didn’t even have my phone. What the hell could I do?

Fuck, but what could I do?

I searched around his truck for anything that might help.

Nothing.

Did he really have nothing?

Roman gave the smaller man of the two a mean uppercut, knocking him out completely.

Then he faced the bald bastard, his face bloody. Roman wasn’t moving as quickly as he had, and I knew he was injured.

The two charged each other at the same time, and the bald one tackled him to the ground.

I let out a small scream, covering my mouth as I watched in horror as the bald man pounded on his face over and over again.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Roman to maneuver his leg out from under the man, until he flipped them, and he wasted no time punching the man’s face until he was nothing more than a bloodied, unrecognizable mess.

I didn’t even think the man was moving.

I should be disgusted by the show of violence.

I was just relieved.

I wanted to go to him, and hug him, and kiss away all of his injuries.

I rolled down the window, about to call to him, when movements caught my attention.

It was the first man. The man I had thought was unconscious. He wasn’t now.

He was up, and in his hand was a metal pipe.

“Roman, watch out!”

Roman raised his head up, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to get away in time.

I didn’t think as I pressed my foot on the gas and drove toward the man.

He turned around and faced me when he heard the truck coming. Our eyes met for a brief second, his widening in surprise before he tried to jump out of the way.

I clipped him on the side and watched as he bounced on the concrete.

Oh, fuck.

I was going to be sick.

I drove the car back to Roman, with the passenger side near him, and hopped out of the car.

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