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"I'm not a murderer," I snapped.
"Beg to differ," the guy snapped, pulling his hand up and shoving me. I suddenly fumbled backwards and hit the ground, but suddenly I wasn't looking at the guys.
I was watching a knife swing, and someone screamed. I watched as a man attacked someone, but I couldn't see who it was. The person was yelling for them to stop, stating this wasn't like them.
I felt utterly cold, feeling that presence I knew all too well. I hated it. I wanted to scream as I looked around, trying to break myself free.
I was then snapping back into my body, and I took a long breath in. I felt my entire body shake as I rolled over, trying to pull myself up, but my legs shook like crazy.
I blinked, trying to keep my stomach calm and not throw up. I turned my head up, expecting to come face to face with them again, but that wasn't what I saw.
Maddox had the guy pinned to the ground with his arm raised. I could see blood pooling out of the guy's nose as he begged Maddox to stop.
Shit.
Chapter 17 - Maddox
I was fueled by pure rage as I pulled my hand up and swung again. The guy begged me to let him go, but I wouldn't. This little shit just shoved my wife to the ground, and I was going to make sure he knew that he was making a mistake.
"Maddox," I heard my name, and paused as I looked over towards Jillian. She looked at me with shocked eyes. "Stop, you have to stop."
I took a slow breath in and looked back towards the guy. I didn't even know his name. I didn't want to know his name. I wanted him to hurt. I wanted him to pay for what he'd done. For what he probably would have done if I hadn't shown up.
And I knew I needed to calm down. I wanted to make this man pay, but if I hit him again, there was a good chance I would cause him serious harm. That was if I hadn't already.
There was blood everywhere, and my knuckles were starting to turn blue from the hits. I unclenched my fingers and lowered my hand. My other one loosened on his shirt, and I let go of him.
He slumped back onto the ground, and both of his hands came up to his face as he tried to assess what I'd done. The other two guys pulled at him, trying to help him get up.
"Get out of here," I growled, baring my teeth at them. I didn't know their names, but I would remember their faces, and I knew they would remember me.
After they pulled him up and walked away, I turned to the girls. Jillian was rubbing her head, looking both stunned and ill. I leaned over. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, her lips forming a tight line. She was paler than before, and I knew something wasn't right.
I looked at Ava and Justiny, who were both frozen as statues.
"How…. how did you even know that I was here?" She asked slowly, pulling a hand up to rub at the back of her head.
I frowned. "I had a meeting with Frank. I was just here by chance. Good thing to because I would have hated to hear what would have happened if I wasn't here."
I looked at Ava and Justiny. "Are you two okay?"
They both nodded.
"Here, let's get you up." I bent down to help Jillian, but she shook as I did. I frowned, not liking it. "Are you okay? Did you hit your head?"
She nodded. "I'm fine. I just hit my head a little."
I scowled. If they shoved her and gave her a concussion, I was going to hunt them down and really make them pay.
"I just need a moment," she said after a second of silence.
I looked back at Ava and Justiny. "I will take her home, girls. You guys are free to go."
They both looked at Jillian before giving me a nod. "We will see you later."
As Ava and Justiny turned and left, I bent back down and reached for Jillian. "Tell me what hurts?"
