Page 124 of Love Him Like Water

Unacceptable, sure, and they’d pay, but not enough to set me off.

Until, of course, my gaze slipped downward, looking for any other injuries.

And I saw her kneeling there on the filthy fucking floor… in her panties.

Match.

Strike.

Flame.

I was a motherfucking inferno as I charged at the fuckhead who had my woman’s pants on his shoulder. Like he had a right to have them there. After ripping them off her body while panic flooded her system.

Had he touched her?

Hurt her?

While she cried out for me?

And I came too fucking late?

I was aware of Cinna moving in, dragging Michael out of the way as Dav kept his gun poised on the man.

I imagined Cage would have the cuffs out, locking Michael down, holding onto him for me.

Because it was going to be a while as I grabbed one of the hands raised up at me, trying to fend me off, acting all fucking innocent.

Grab.

Twist.

The crackling sound of multiple bones breaking had the blood whooshing through my ears, almost drowning out the sweet fucking sound of the asshole’s screams.

“You thought you could put your hands on my woman?” I growled as my fist slammed into his jaw with enough force to send him flying, trying to scramble up on his knees and one good arm.

Only to fall back over again as my foot collided with his center.

Once, knocking his wind out.

Twice, hearing the crack of ribs breaking.

The third time, well, let’s just say that the man would never be using his dick on another woman again. Neither consensually or otherwise.

Not that I was going to let him breathe anyway.

But he had that pain coming.

I dropped down on top of him, my fists swinging, colliding, the impact ricocheting up my arms, making my shoulders, and jaw hurt.

But that only seemed to feed more fuel to the fire as I grabbed both sides of his head, slamming down on the floor once, twice, watching his eyes go unfocused.

No.

Nope.

Not that easy.

I wanted him to fucking suffer.

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