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My lungs started to tighten with the lack of oxygen, and I could feel myself slipping away—head spinning, vision blurring.
With one last desperate swing of my arm, I found what I was looking for and drove the blade into Leroy’s side.
He barked a string of curses before falling to the side while I rolled in the opposite direction, holding my throat as I choked on a forced inhale, still clinging to the handle of the knife.
I could hear his grunts and groans from the single stab and knew I needed to finish him off before he overpowered me again.
With the sudden realization that this would be my one chance of taking him out, a burst of energy hit me like a shot of adrenaline directly to the heart, and I flipped myself back over in his direction.
Still short of breath, I drove the knife into his back and then again into his chest as he quickly rolled to fight me off.
Leroy’s moves turned slow and sluggish the more times I stabbed and slashed at his body—the sheets and my white tank top now spattered with his deep crimson blood.
I hoped I looked as feral as I felt.
Eleven…
Twelve…
Thirteen…
I lost count as I repeated my savage assault, taking out all of my aggression and pent-up rage from the last six fucking years onhim.
With one final blow, I drove the knife into his neck as deep as I could go before releasing the handle and falling on my back out of exhaustion.
Seconds.
It took only seconds to stab this man to death, and I still hadn’t recovered from the air I had lost while he choked me out. My eyes kept begging to fall shut, as my erratic breaths failed to keep up with my racing heart.
Dallas.
I need to get to my husband.
Chapter 27
Dallas
“Bria!”Ibarked,aggressivelyforcing my way into the suite and finding my wife motionless on the bed next to her equally prone target, the both of them covered in fucking blood. “Sweet girl…” My voice softened and broke as I scooped my arms under her.
I pulled her limp and heavy body to mine, feeling the side of her neck for a pulse, releasing a shaky, whimpered breath when I found it—weak, but unmistakably there.
Thank fucking god…
“I-I’m fine…” She wheezed, and my vision bled as red as her hair when I took in the deep blue and purple fingerprints around her throat. “I just… I need some air.”
She’s not fine; this wasn’t fucking fine. Why didn’t she ask for help when things got out of control?
“Hang on, baby, I’ve got you. I’m going to get you out of here... I’m taking you home.” I leaned over, snatching up her jacket from off the floor and draping it over her chest to cover most of the visible blood. I then collected her heels, securing my hold on her before standing from the edge of the bed and preparing for our immediate departure.
None of this fucking blood better be hers…
I didn’t have time to search her body over for any other wounds aside from the bruises on her neck. Hopefully that was the extent of her injuries, and the blood all belonged to the dead fucker laying on the bed.
Cradling Bria in my arms, I quickly descended the VIP stairs, my grip tightening around her body as I took a hard left to the nearest emergency exit, purposely avoiding any crowded or high-traffic halls, wanting to get the fuck out of this club unnoticed.
Although this may have been a club owned and operated by the MUR, we still had to keep our business hidden from others, and carrying a woman covered in blood out the front entrance wouldn’t be the wisest of decisions, even if it were the fastest route out of here.
Before busting my way through the security door of the illusion suite, I had already sent multiple texts to Dustin, stating that her test had been completed successfully and that we were ready forclean-up.
