Page 64 of Savage Fire

Fang is coming. Fang is coming….

“So now what? You’re going to beat me, rape me? Make me beg for forgiveness? You’re out of your fucking mind if you think any of that’s happening.”

Ronnie snickered. “Oh, it’s happenin’. Boss even said we get to take turns. He gets you first, to break you in, then we get a piece.”

Her stomach rolled, nausea churning up her throat.

“Sounds like a party I didn’t want to attend,” she snarked. “Funny, Jacob, that you brought two goons with you. Not man enough to come get me yourself? Had to bring my mama along, too, because you couldn’t wipe your own ass, either?”

Jacob’s hand shot out, landing a blow to her temple.

“You will learn, bitch, not to talk back. The only thing you should be doin’ with that mouth is suckin’ my fat cock.” He grabbed his crotch. “Matter of fact….” Jimmy and Ronnie both chuckled as Jacob unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down.

“God, oh God. Please.” She was whispering, mumbling, her words soft, low, and rapid.

“What?” Ronnie huffed. “What is she sayin’?” The idiot leaned in.

Immediately, Tessa reared back and slammed her forehead against his nose. He screamed, stumbling backward, his hand cupping his profusely bleeding face. Jimmy and Jacob, frozen in shock, gave Tessa the other opening she was waiting for. Using a practiced move, she lifted her arms and brought them down with downward and outward force, snapping the zip ties. Her hands freed, she grabbed Jimmy’s face and pushed him back, giving herself enough room to rise from the chair. Jacob was there in an instant, attempting to wrap his arms around her and restrain her.

“Stop!” Ronnie shouted and she looked up to see him pull a gun from the waistband of his jeans. “You fuckin’ bitch! You broke my nose!” His nose still bleeding, his eyes no doubt blurry from the blood and pain, he couldn’t see all that clearly—at least Tessa hoped his aim would be off.

“I’ll break something else, too! You cockless jackass! You couldn’t shoot the broadside of a barn the size of Jacob’s ass!” Jabbing her elbow into Jacob’s belly, she smiled at the whoosh of air that escaped. Kicking back, she hit his kneecap with her heel, making his leg buckle. As he collapsed, she executed a roundhouse kick. His head snapped to the side with a sickening crack.

Jimmy hurtled forward. She landed a punch to his gut, another to his jaw, and another one to his temple, knocking the fucker clean out.

That left Ronnie, who was pointing the gun sightlessly.

If he just started shooting, that could be bad—he could hit Tessa or her mother.

“Ronnie, put the gun down. It doesn’t have to end this way,” she said, her heart racing. When she moved, the fucker actually aimed the gun right at her.

“You killed Jacob, bitch! Now, I’m gonna kill you, then…I’m gonna kill your slut mother.”

The door banged open just as Ronnie pulled the trigger, but the bang of the door made him jerk his hand, the heat of the bullet singing the air beside her ear.

A loud roar filled the air and a massive blur blew across the room, crashing into a confused, shocked Ronnie.

“Tessa!” Fang bellowed as he flew through the door, wrapping his arms around her, and tucking her head into his chest. “Fuck, Tessa! Fuck!”

Tessa pulled away, nearly stumbling when Fang released his hold. “My mom! She hit the wall—her head—”

“It’s okay, we brought the doc, she’s looking at your mom now,” Hawk supplied as he came up beside them, his grip on her shoulder tightening in a show of comfort.

“Jacob is dead, I think I broke his neck. Jimmy is out cold….” She turned to find Ronnie on the floor, nearly unrecognizable.

“Grimm had some fun with that one,” Hawk drawled, his lips curling in menace.

“Come on, baby, let’s get the fuck out of here,” Fang coaxed, pulling her back into his arms.

“I knew you would come for me, Javier. I knew it,” she whimpered into his chest, finally letting the fear, anger, and disgust fall from her in hot tears.

“Of course, I came for you,mi corazon.No puedo vivir sin ti,” he murmured into her hair and nuzzled her, planting kisses on her forehead, her eyelids, and finally her lips.

“Alright, you two, save it for when you get home. We got some cleanin’ up to do here,” Trouble muttered as the peered down at the mess that was once Ronnie. “Shit, Grimm, got some rage to work out, I see.”

The Enforcer only grunted before turning to leave the cabin, blood dripping from his shredded knuckles.

“Let’s get you and your mom home,mi amor.”

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