Page 30 of Her Possessive Biker
It’s enough.
I move through the hallway like death given flesh. My gun’s raised. My body’s stone. The moment I hit the back room, I see them.
Snake.
Patch-Eye.
Another bastard I don’t recognize.
And Cassie.
Tied to a chair, duct tape at her wrists, mouth gagged.
I see red.
I don’t hesitate.
The first one, Patch-Eye, reaches for his belt. He doesn’t make it.
My bullet takes out his kneecap. He crumples with a scream.
The second, Snake, lunges.
I catch him mid-stride, fist colliding with his face. Bone cracks. He spits blood.
Deadeye subdues the third.
I drop to my knees beside Cassie. My hands tremble as I rip the tape from her mouth. She gasps in air, eyes wide.
“Reaper—” she sobs. “They grabbed me—”
“I’ve got you,” I say, voice raw. “You’re safe now.”
I cut the restraints. My hands are rough but careful. She falls into me the second she’s free.
And I hold her.
Tight.
Too tight.
Because I thought I’d lost her.
And I don’t ever want to feel that again.
I press my mouth to her hair and breathe her in like oxygen. “I should’ve never let you out of my sight.”
“You didn’t know—”
“I knew,” I say, voice thick. “I knew they’d try something. I just didn’t think they’d be stupid enough to try again so soon.”
She shivers.
I shrug off my cut and wrap it around her shoulders. Her fingers clutch at it like a lifeline.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“No,” I growl. “You don’t say that. This isn’t your fault. This is on them. And I’ll make damn sure they know it.”
