Page 29 of Simon's Runaway Mate

“Then figure out what to say!” Cecilia snapped. “It was your brilliant idea to come here and take me. Surely, you planned what to do if someone or something interfered.”

“Watch your smart mouth, you little bitch, or I’ll shut it for you. Won’t be able to do much with a broken jaw.”

“I hear your son liked to knock around women, too,” Cecilia fired back. She was glorious and utterly insane. What the hell was she thinking riling him up? Makers could kill her.

“You fucking whore!” Madison swore.

“I’m coming in,” Cain bellowed at the same time, and I heard the lock on the front door click just as I heard my mate yell like a banshee.

Gabe and I flew around the corner and jumped into the chaos. Gabe followed Madison and Cecilia as they rolled across the floor, a flash of wild arms and legs as they each fought to get the upper hand. Makers had his back turned, facing the front door where Cain was already pushing inside. I jumped the couch with a snarl and landed right behind him. He turned with a growl, and I watched as claws sprouted from his fingertips. I was going to enjoy this. Immensely. At least, I’d get the pleasure of killing one of the Makers.

“I’m going to kill you,” Makers swore. “I’m going to rip out your throat then rip out your heart. I’m going to send it to your alpha in a box so he’ll know what’s coming for him.”

I laughed and had the pleasure of watching his face flush a darker red with anger. “You really want to die for that two-bit loser of a son of yours?”

“My son is twice the man you are. He could have been alpha. He should have been. They should have come to us instead of going to a bastard like Bastion James. Him and that freak of a sister of his. Someone should have snapped her neck at birth. But I’ll appreciate the pleasure anyway when the time comes.”

“Bee would rip you to shreds,” I informed him. “You wouldn’t stand any more of a chance against her than you did my mate.”

“Your mate’s about to die.” Jarrod nodded to something behind my back. I didn’t take the bait. He wanted to distract me, but my focus was on him. I knew Cecilia could take care of herself, and if she needed help, then Gabe was there.

“My mate can handle herself.” My words might have been directed toward Jarrod, but they were meant for Cecilia. I wanted her to know I didn’t see her as weak. Something told me she needed to hear that from me. “Stop stalling, old man. You want my throat. Come get it.”

Jarrod launched at me with a roar. I took him down easily, tossing him to his back then moving away, allowing him to regain his feet and charge again. I stepped aside this time, and Leslie growled and gave him a hard shove that knocked him to his knees. She stepped back, though, knowing I wanted him for myself. He struggled a bit getting back to his feet then came at me once more. Then again. And again. He was tiring, his anger costing him more than it gave.

“Stop toying with him, and end this, Simon!” Cecilia yelled.

“Maybe, I’ll just maim you first so you can hear me fuck your mate while she screams,” Makers sneered.

Cecilia’s command had me moving toward him. His words had me seeing red. We met with a thud, coming chest-to-chest. This time, I followed him to the ground. I snapped his arm when he swung wildly at me.

He screamed, but I had no clue what he was saying. My ears were awash with the dull roar of rage that had consumed me. His earlier words echoed in my mind. He wouldn’t touch a hair on my mate’s head.

I leaned down, baring my teeth as I went for his throat. His screams intensified then turned into gurgles as I ripped through flesh and muscle and tore out his throat. Without stopping to think, I freed my claws and slammed against his chest. It wasn’t as easy as I’d thought, but fury was the fuel I needed to punch and claw my way through until it was his heart in my hand, ripping free of his body as I roared with vengeance. Maybe, I’d put the fucking thing in a box and give it to Bas myself. There would be a certain sense of irony in that.

“Simon. Simon. Simon.”

I wasn’t sure how long my mate had been calling my name, but I finally snapped out of the fog that had woven around me and realized a few things. I was covered in blood as was Cecilia’s living room floor. I had no idea how long it had taken me to tear Makers’ heart from his chest, but I held it tightly in my fist. And my mate and her family were all watching me. But it wasn’t disgust in my mate’s gaze.

She crossed to me, shoving my arms wide as she straddled my lap. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and wiped it over my lips and jaw. I jerked back at first, but she merely followed me.

“I really want to kiss you right now, but I don’t want his blood in my mouth,” she snarled.

I dropped the heart to the floor and jerked my shirt over my head, using the remaining clean spots to wipe my face as clean as I could get. Then her hands were back on my face, pulling me toward her.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” she told me.

“Blood thirsty wench.” I shook my head and snorted a laugh as I spoke. Then she leaned closer. Probably trying to whisper, though I had no doubt the others in the room would have no trouble hearing her words. Enhanced hearing and all that.

“I really want to take you in the bedroom and fuck you.” She wiggled on my lap, pressing the heat of her sex right atop my instantly hard cock.

I heard the front door open and shut and knew without glancing away from Cecilia that Cain and Leslie had stepped out.

“I’ll take care of this one, then I’ll be back to take care of him later,” Gabe said.

I did glance at him long enough to see him scoop an unconscious Madison into his arms.

“I knocked her out,” Cecilia offered with a sly smile. “Weak human, my ass.”

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