Page 162 of Chaos

Despite the burning tears in my eyes, an overwhelming need to fight consumes me.

She isn’t going to touch my daughter.

I block her path and get in her face.

“Get out!” I shout.

“Not without Maeve. I have to save myself.”

A surge of rage overtakes me when she makes an attempt to push past. Without hesitation, I snatch her by the hair and forcefully jerk her in the opposite direction.

“You aren’t taking my baby anywhere, you bitch.” With a swift motion, I hurl her down, making her face crash onto the floor. With a groan, she sits up and uses the back of her hand to clear away the blood that trickles from her nose.

“You’ll pay for that,” she spits onto the tiles and launches herself up like she’s possessed.

With a burst of energy, I shove her as hard as I can, and time seems to stretch as she stumbles backwards. With a resounding crack, her head strikes the corner of the kitchen island, sending a powerful vibration through the house as she thumps down onto the floor.

Holy shit. What have I just done?

SEVENTY-FIVE

JAX

“Enzo, tell me who the fuck is at my house!” I put him on speaker as I slide on my helmet and get on my bike.

Sofia called and it got cut, now I can’t get through and my fucking security system isn’t working on my phone.

I look behind and motion for Nikolai and Alexei to follow, leaving the others to clean up the four dead Reaper’s we’ve left bleeding out on the rubble.

I accelerate onto the main road,

“Hold on, Jax. It looks like a blonde woman, small build.”

“Anna?” I ask through gritted teeth weaving through the traffic. I’m only a few minutes from home.

“Yes. It looks like it. The guards got back to me, Sofia is fine. But, be warned, you may need to do a clean up.”

Oh fuck.

“That’s fine, I’ve got Alexei and Nikolai with me. I’ll sort it. Thank you.”

He cuts the call and I pull into the drive just as Lara pulls up. I pull off my helmet and hold my hand up to her.

“Stay in the car,” I order, rushing into the house.

The first thing I see is blood, all over my floor and a shaking Sofia standing over the body.

I carefully approach her.

“Sofia, baby. Are you hurt?”

I softly cup her cheek and scan her body for marks, feeling less murderous when I fail to find anything.

“I-I think I killed her,” Sofia whispers, her trembling hands now covering her eyes. I pull her against me and hold her tight.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. Let’s go sit down.”

I guide us towards the couch and help her sit.

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