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“Give her a little more time.” Black Widow replied.
It was killing me watching him hit her. The rage each hit caused in blurred my vision. I closed my eyes for a second hell bent taking Striker on if I opened my eyes and he wasn’t dead. Inhaling, I opened them again in time to see Frost using the wall to propel herself through the air in a Superman punch.
Striker wavered on his feet and it took a kick to his face to topple him over. When he hit the ground, Frost kicked him in the ribs repeatedly. She kicked him until she screamed at him. Years of frustration and anger echoed through the air from the very depths of her with each fall of her foot.
“Shit!” Black Widow rushed forward to pull her away.
Frost merely shoved Black Widow out of the way and attacked Striker again.
“You son of a bitch!” Frost screeched. “You fucker!”
“Frost,” I called.
Frost kicked Striker a couple more times. I watched as the large man seemed to be curling in on himself now.
“Abigail Ryder!” I snapped.
She paused in mid-kick and spat on him. I walked up to her and she turned and pressed her bloodied face into my shoulder. It was as if she could barely catch her breath through the wrath that had stormed through her.
For the first time since I met her, she sobbed. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand stroking the back of her head.
“It’s okay.” I whispered. “I got you.”
“Jesse.” Frost wrapped her arms around me, fisting the back of my shirt.
“I’m here.” I looked down at Striker who laid unconscious in the dirt, bleeding from the face. “I’m right here, baby.”
Chapter 15
Frost
Before I opened my eyes, I knew something had gone wrong. My entire body was sore, and I could barely feel my fingers. Still, the air around me was fragrant, clean. I opened one eye, but it was a bit blurry, forcing me to open both.
The room was different than any at the house we’d been using to hide in. The bed was bigger, firmer. Moving my head to get a different view of the room, Jesse was standing by the window, his shoulders heavy, his arms folded across his chest.
“Jesse?” My voice sounded rough to my ears.
He turned, dropped his arms and rushed to my side. Jesse sat on the side of the bed and stroke my hair back.
“Hey.” He whispered, kissed my lips then looked down into my eyes. “Those eyes. Those beautiful eyes.”
I smiled, wanting to alleviate the worry I saw in his gaze. “How long have I been sleeping?”
“Almost twenty-four hours.” He replied.
I tried sitting up, but he wouldn’t let me.
“Stay still.” He told me. “We’re at a hotel. Apparently, you had a major adrenaline crash.”
“What about Striker?” I asked.
“Tex, Lizard and Black Widow took care of that.” Jesse told me. “He’s on a plane back state side. When he lands, Tex’s team will be there to greet them. He’s facing a court-martial.”
I nodded.
“And yes, Wolf says when you get back, he’ll pull some strings so you can have a conversation with Striker and the rest of his team in custody.”
I smiled and caressed his cheek. “How are you?”
