Page 58 of Rogue Mission
Wrenching the door open, I explode into the room. “Do. Not. Touch. Her.”
Before either of them register what’s happening, I’m already on the man, snatching the detective by the collar of his shirt.
“Hey!” he screeches.
The ugly loafers he’s wearing scrape across the tile as I drive him into the corner.
Single minded.
Protect. Her.
Guard what’s mine.
Trembling and sweating, the asshole is gaping like a fish, and I want nothing more than to make him think twice about even looking at a female again.
“You like scaring women, big guy?”
“N-no.”
Barely restraining myself, I shake him hard enough to rattle his teeth. “You think that’s a game? Intimidating women get your rocks off? I bet a man like you jacks off thinking about something like this, don’t you?”
Whimpering through pinched lips, his hands come up, palms out.
But I’m past reasoning.
“I’ll teach you what scared is, motherfucker.”
He wheezes, tries to twist out of my fighting grip, eyes darting toward the door.
“Who the hell,” he wheezes, “do you think you are coming in here?—”
“I’m yourworstnightmare.”
Seething, I haul him up on his toes, close enough for him to see the unhinged beast behind my eyes.
I was known for being calm. Controlled. Not any more.
“P–put me down.”
“Pacer you shit!” a voice bellows from outside the door. “Get the fuck out here!”
With a vile curse I shove him toward the hallway.
Calm down, J. Breathe. Get the animal on the leash.
My heart is flying, my legs heavy like I’ve just run through hell.
I would, to get to her.
Rosalie’s expression of gratitude and relief breaks my fucking soul in half.
This is dangerous. Whatever this is, I don’t know if I can control it.
“Babe,” I rasp through aching vocal cords.
Her eyes are wet, her lips parted. Blinking rapidly, she’s coming down from the shock of the last few minutes. I want nothing more than to hold her, breathe her in to make sure she’s alive.
But I’m still twitching.
