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They say when a person you love is in danger that you’re overcome with unnatural strength. There was no telling how hard he ripped Sony away from her within moments, or how he got the man down on the floor and started raining blow after vicious blow all over his face and body, his own knuckles breaking in the process of him beating the sonofabitch to a pulp.

The anger palpable, like a living, breathing dragon, directing his bunched fists as they lay into the man who had no chance of fighting back.

The violence poured out of Jud.

There was no sense of time.

Time became irrelevant in his quest to rip the guy to shreds.

Blood oozed out of Sony’s face, his eyes swollen shut, lips cut to hell making his gibberish splatter blood all over the front of Jud’s shirt. The same blood-stained Jud’s hands, dripped to the floor, he tasted it in the air, but he couldn’t stop.

He was possessed.

A man unbalanced.

Someone had come into the safe haven he’d made for his wife, a place she was happy and well taken care of and they’d hurt her.

His eyes strayed to her prone body, contorted and broken on the rug she’d bought only last week. She was going to be so pissed to see all the blood staining it.

Every primal surge as her husband rose like bile in his throat. So still, so broken and his heart screamed in agony as he took his two hands and covered Sony’s airways, his body jolted like he’d been electrocuted.

There was no way he could move, not with Jud’s full body on top of his, using his knees to keep Sony’s chest pinned and while he pushed down on Sony’s mouth and nose, the other man tried to scream behind those hands. “That’s right, you look at me, you lousy motherfucker and know what I’m doing.”

He’d done a million reckless things in his youth. Regretted some and learned from others. All paths led him to his ladybug, he knew that without question or doubt. He felt it every single day.

He’d do anything for her.

Nothing was too big.

He’d make every sacrifice he had to for her happiness.

The body underneath him struggled as he pressed down harder, stared into those bulging eyes until the vision blanked out. Until the body became slack and even then, Jud didn’t let up. When it mattered most, it was eerily easy to snuff out a life.

He’d think about that so much over the years.

Only when it was done did he fall back on his heels, the breath finally returning to his lungs, ears ringing and his heart out of sync. Panic like a monsoon raining down over his head as he scrambled on his knees to get across the floor to his wife who was so fucking still he choked on a broken sob.

“Baby. Baby. I’m here. I’m so fucking sorry.” Cradling her in his arms, every wrecked part of her skin made him wince. She should never have a blemish on her perfect face, he tried to wipe the blood away with the edge of his shirt but only made it worse as cuts seeped open again. “I’m here, I have you. I’ll make this right.” His vision blurred out and he only knew he was crying when wetness dropped onto her cheek. “Baby, come on, open your eyes. Open your fucking eyes for your Judson, baby.”

His voice broke.

He couldn’t look down, couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t look down at her shorts to see the dark stain of blood between her legs.

Their baby … he couldn’t do it.

She was his life. His whole reason for waking up every day to be the kind of man who deserved a true angel like her.

She’d been happy and carefree for four years and just like that, those motherfuckers stole it from her.

They’d ripped it from him.

Nothing was ever the same again. How could it be?

He’d lost his wife in seconds, his unborn baby, his whole fucking happy life and he was left with blood on his hands and vengeance and pain in his heart.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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