Page 14 of Saved By a Knight

He slams a flat palm against the wall next to my head, and I jump at the loud bang it makes. His face twists from narrow-eyed aggression into a twisted, devilish grin. “You’re just another nobody in an endless stream of faces as far as they’re concerned. One bad word from me, and you’ll fall far into the deepest pits of obscurity. So, I'll give you a choice.”

He pauses, expecting me to ask what it is. Wanting me to play into his hand and relinquish control in full. But if being frozen in fear wasn’t enough reason to stay completely still, my urge to fight this prick tooth and nail until the end will be.

Noticing I’m not going to give in, his grin twists into a sneer. “Either give me a shot,” he starts, and I’m sure it doesn’t mean go out on a nice date and see how things play out, “or I’m going to make your life hell.”

A long, dark shadow engulfs us as his ultimatum is delivered, as though the lights themselves dimmed to reflect my darkening mood. Professor Callahan pulls his hand away, and the annoyance on his face washes away to an emotion I can’t quite place.

But it’s with his newfound terror that I realize the shadow can’t be some figment of my imagination. And try as he might to getaway from me, Professor Callahan is as trapped in the corner as I am now.

“You picked the wrong girl to fuck with.” My man’s voice pierces through the thumping in my ears. “And I’m gonna make you regret it.”

Before I can fully realize what’s happening, Knight has Professor Callahan by the scruff of the neck. He lifts him into the air effortlessly before yanking his arm backward and sending the professor flying into a snack shelf behind. The sound of chip packets pop open like gunshots as Callahan’s body smashes into them.

My Knight in shining armor, swooping in to save the day - again. With it, my fears melt away, and my heart’s quick to follow.

Deeper in lust and love.

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KNIGHT

I’ll fucking kill him.

Make it slow, torturous, and painful. Have the thrill of watching him squirm beneath me. Listen to his vain attempts to beg and plead for mercy while I exact revenge.

Taking a moment to scan Lora for any obvious signs of physical harm, none present themselves. Dazed but unscathed, I would’ve released a heavy sigh of relief if my blood wasn’t boiling. Without thinking, or maybe because I have no idea how to handle this other than with my fists, I spin on my heels and direct my attention to the professor.

“I warned you, didn’t I?” I storm toward Callahan, who’s wheezing and attempting to shuffle through the crushed chips back to his feet. “Now, I’m gonna have to show you what happens when you fuck with the Knight Riders.”

Grabbing the front of his shirt in a white-knuckled fist, I deliver the first blow square against his jaw. The second follows shortly behind, but I’m caught off guard by Trent calling out from the front of the store.

“Mr. Knight, what’s going on back there?” I catch my next jab just in time, knuckles brushing against Callahan’s cheek.

Glistening tears flood the professor’s eyes as he stares back at me. A silently weeping man who can never know how lucky he got tonight. Had we not been in this convenience store, Trent watching on, and fears of what Lora might think of me for tearing his head clean off his shoulders, I’d have done it already. Taught him a final lesson all his years of book smarts never could.

Releasing his limp, weak body, Callahan crumbles into the mess I’ve left across the aisle. I lean in close, so only he’ll hear me, and whisper in his ear. “Let this be your final warning. If I see your smug fucking face in this town again, I’ll rip it off.”

Callahan nods viciously, choking on spit and blood, and crunches the remaining chip packets as he starts to move. His sorry attempt to get to his feet fails, leaving him on his hands and knees right in front of me.

“Unsettled business,” I finally answer Trent’s question. He doesn’t look angry, knowing I’ll cover the cost of what I broke and the stock he lost because of it.

“Sorry.” The professor repeats the word a few times over. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s not me you need to apologize to,” I hiss, looking over my shoulder at Lora.

Mortification floods Callahan’s face, but his gaze never breaks away from me. “I’m sorry, Lora. Please forgive me.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” I order. It’s bad enough he caused the commotion in the first place. Addressing my woman isn’t going to do him any favors.

I watch him crawl on his hands and knees away from me before passing by Trent’s legs.

But I don’t give him my attention for long, returning to my feet and facing Lora. I’m a stone statue, analyzing every stunning inch of her face for reluctance or remorse toward me. Allowing her to witness my unbridled savagery, if only for a moment, is too far.

“Are you okay?” I rest a gentle hand against her arm for reassurance.

She nods, and to my great surprise, there isn’t a trace of fear in her eyes. In fact, a smirk forms on her lips, and her eyes glow with the same burning desire I saw in our hotel bed. Little minx, getting off on seeing her man kick the shit out of some asshole. I’ve gotta remember that, maybe make a habit of it. Teach this world that Lora’s mine, and I’m not sharing.

Well, that’s if anyone’s brave enough to make a move after what happened to the professor.

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