Page 122 of Wreck Me

I was so entranced by yet another shocking turn of events, that I just did it, just moved into the far right corner.

His hazel eyes shone at me and he smiled kindly.

And then he spun back toward Damien.

“Did I not warn you?” he rumbled in a creepy tone he hadn’t used with me.

Damien held up his hands. “King, wait, I—”

In two lightning-fast moves that I could barely even register, King had him ripped off his feet and under him on his back.

I’d seen a lot when it came to combat, to these sorts of brutal fights, but nothing quite like this. I’d never witnessed anyone take down an opponent so quickly.

“You can’t own me on my own turf,” Damien cried, and started to fight back.

King fell back.

Or so I thought, until I realized it had been strategic, when Damien jumped to his feet and came at him, and King brutally pummeled him into the chain-link, blood spurting from Damien’s nose and mouth in moments.

King was there then, wrapping his hand around Damien’s throat and pinning him there. “Rossun is my territory. Every inch of it,” he growled. “Testing that was your mistake.”

And then it continued, King beating on Damien and Damien failing to get in more than a couple of hits that didn’t even seem to faze King at all.

Before long, Damien was on his knees, vomiting and choking up blood intermittently as King stood over him.

Jesus.

King fisted his hand in his hair and used it to wrench his head up. “Come at me and mine again and this will just be foreplay,” he growled.

King released him and crooked his finger at me.

I walked forward, not sure what to make of any of this.

He obviously registered my hesitation, because he flashed me that smile just like earlier, then held out his hand.

I took it and he wrapped his arm around me, tucking me into his side.

The crowds parted again and as we made our way through, Bastian and Caleb broke through. Caleb tossed King a shirt and he fluidly pulled it on, the black long sleeve tee pulling taut across all that muscle. He tucked me back into his side as Caleb fell into step on King’s left side, and Bastian on my right. He started fussing over me right away, stroking my cheek and hair as we walked, uttering a slew of apologies, so worried for me.

Caleb looked absolutely distraught, it was like he couldn’t talk because of it, and King reached out and took his hand in a clear act of comfort.

“I’m okay,” I managed to utter finally, just as we reached the exit and stepped out into the lot.

“No. No, you’re not,” Bastian gritted out, and the next thing I knew, he was moving to bolt back inside.

“Bastian,” King rumbled in that firm, no-nonsense tone. “Stay your hand.”

To my utter surprise, it actually had Bastian stopping in his tracks.

His hands were shaking with rage as he turned around with a curse and came back to us.

King released me and eased me to Bastian. “She doesn’t need your rage right now.”

Bastian nodded and tucked me into his side, and as I sank into him, King pulled a fob from his pocket, a high-pitched beep sounding a moment before a swanky silver Maserati pulled up right in front of us.

Whoa.

That was a neat trick.

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