Page 41 of Kent's Honor
“Nice tits too.”
Kent let out a short breath through his nose. It was now or never. Inching behind the table, staying low, he made eye contact with Dixie who had turned her head, tears streaming down her cheek while that asshole had his slimy lips on her neck and his hand on her breast. Her arms were behind her, wrapped around Elle.
“Don’t do this in front of her,” Dixie said.
“It will be good for her to learn.” Dune Dog traced the gun down the side of Dixie’s face while he sniffed her hair.
Kent pointed to his gun, then at the one in Dune Dog’s hand.
Dixie’s eyes went wide. Hopefully, she knew what he wanted and that it would work.
“Back away from the?—”
“What the fuck?” Dune Dog jerked his head around.
“Now,” Kent commanded.
Dixie curled her fingers around the gun and yanked it free from a stunned Dune Dog. She stumbled backward, shoving Elle out of the way.
“Daddy!” She raced across the room.
Dune Dog reached for Dixie.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Arthur said as he stepped through the front door. Rex followed, racing through the room to get to the injured man with a first aid kit. Rex was prepared for anything.
Kent set his gun on the table, holding his arms out as he pulled Elle right off the floor, squeezing her tight. His muscles ached. In a flash, he could have lost everything he loved, a feeling he hoped he’d never have to face again. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” she whimpered, nuzzling her face in his neck. “I was so scared.”
“I know, but Daddy’s here now.” Quickly, he took Elle out the back door, wanting to get her out of that house. Sirens rang out in the distance.
“Don’t leave Dixie,” Elle said.
“I’m not going to. Uncle Arthur is bringing her out the front door. See?”
Arthur had put Dune Dog in restraints and tied him to the railing by the front door as he helped Dixie down the front stoop.
“Your girlfriend’s a feisty one,” Arthur said.
“I know. I think I’ll keep her.” Holding his daughter with one hand, he held out his other. “Come here.”
She wiped the tears from her face and ran to him, throwing her arms around him and Elle. “Where’s Nicky?” she asked, sobbing into his chest.
“He’s with Tilly. When I left, he was still upset, but he promised me he’d be a big boy and hold down the fort until we got back.” He kissed the top of her head. “Did that slimeball hurt you?”
She shivered. “No, but I need a long, hot shower to get the feeling of his fingers off my body.”
“After we get you both checked out by a doctor.”
“Elle complained of stomach pain,” Dixie said.
“I’m okay,” Elle whispered. “I don’t need a doctor.”
“Yes, you do,” Dixie said with a firm tone.
Kent let out a slight laugh. “Are you being overprotective now?”
“I learned from the best.” She tilted her head, staring at him with those warm, blue eyes. She glanced over her shoulder as three police cars and two ambulances pulled down the street. “I hope that man is going to be okay. He said he was a federal agent.”
