Page 211 of Fixation
A man in a dark gray suit is slumped in one of the corners. His brown hair is a mess. Blue eyes are distant, coming in and out of focus.
He clutches his stomach, the right side. Blood coats his fingers. His palm.
He isn’t the one I’m here for.
The one I love.
The one who’s in danger.
Anderson.
He’s on the floor by the hospital bed. A large man is on top of him, his hand curled around Anderson’s throat.
His black suit is pristine. His hair is perfectly styled, combed to the side. But there’s no mistaking it.
He’s a monster.
A vein pops on his throat. His face is red. Teeth bared.
He’s threatening my Anderson.
My head throbs. The blowtorch is back in my grip.
I’ll die protecting my man. My captor.
Fucking watch me.
“Sergey, be careful.” The man in the corner almost chokes on his own blood. “Boss…”
Sergey doesn’t hear it and, anyway, it’s too late.
I’m already there, a thumb on the switch of my blowtorch.
“Harper.” The man who’s haunted my nightmares, dreams, and fantasies finds my eyes. Fire flames in his. Fury. A renewed sense of mission. “Get the hell out of here.”
I open my mouth to tell him I’ve got this. Lowering the blowtorch, I aim it at Sergey’s ear.
Anderson’s quick as he’s flipping the other man on his back. Despite being choked, despite his face turning purple, he manages to summon the strength to reach out and strangle his aggressor.
My doctor’s hands are efficient. Brutal.
He’s had a lifetime to learn how to use them.
Sergey’s evil growls are silenced almost immediately. Anderson’s fingers dig into his throat, pressing, pressing, pressing.
“Get out of here, Harper.” His unhinged glare cuts to mine, his hair falling over his forehead. “Get. Out.”
“The fuck I will.” I drop to my knees.
“Bitch.” Brown, bulging eyes stare at me. Sergey’s grip on Anderson loosens, but he keeps wriggling. Throwing blows that land on Anderson’s arm. “I’m going to kill him. Then I’m going to rape you.”
At that, two things happen at once.
Anderson punches him in the chest.
And I don’t stay idle. I set fire to that motherfucker’s filthy mouth.
He screams in agony. His lips turn black, eaten slowly by the flames.
