Page 68 of Blade

She was screaming. He slapped her across the face. Both his hands were on her dress now, pulling it up to her waist.

“Turn it off,” I begged.

Nav paused the video.

“No.”

I looked at King.

“We are not watching her get raped!” I roared, standing from my seat.

“Blade.”

I ignored Nav. If I looked at him, knowing he watched her get raped, I would fucking slice his throat. She told me he didn’t rape her.

“Blade, brother, look at me.”

Breathing heavy, I turned to the man I was about to kill.

“He didn’t rape her. Keep watching. I promise you won’t want to miss this.”

I nodded, not able to get the words out as Nav pressed play one more time.

Becca reached up and scratched her nails down his face. He screamed at her and punched her so hard her head turned to the side.

“Damn, don’t piss her off, brother,” Ghost commented. “Get him, girl.”

He shoved his knee between her legs and reached for the button on his slacks. She placed her hands on his chest and shoved, hard. He stumbled back enough for her to bring her knee up and she slammed it into his dick.

“OH!” Every man in the room winced, watching Grant fold over and hit the ground, taking Becca with him.

Scrambling to her hands and knees, she tried to crawl away. He grabbed her foot. Rolling over onto her ass, she kicked her other leg. Her foot connected with his head, and he fell back. She took off running toward the restaurant, and he got in his car and took off.

She disappeared from the camera, and that must be when she called Jack.

“Fuck, man, she let him have it,” Colt raved.

“Did you see her foot land on his head?” Gunner’s voice filled with pride for my girl.

“Those nails, man. You should have seen how deep the scratches were,” Jingles added.

King stood as Nav shut off the video.

“Why the fuck is he still alive?” He glared at Jack, Ghost and Jingles.

“Prez, all we knew was that he hit her. Blade called me when he got to her and saw the bruise starting. Until we knew what we were dealing with, we decided a beat down was enough. This also leaves him for Blade to have his shot.”

King nodded, agreeing with that assessment, and I was damn glad.

When I got my hands on him, he’d quickly learn why they called me Blade.

“Ok, we need to figure out how to get ahold of him. He’s chained up in the hospital right now. So we have to be careful.”

Just then, Cash’s phone pinged. He looked at the message.

When we started this chapter, one of the decisions we made was that officers kept their phones on silent during church. We didn’t want interruptions, but we needed to be reachable for emergencies.

In Arkansas, there had been times when important minutes were wasted. This sometimes led to brothers being picked up, or worse killed, because officers were in church when something happened, and no one could be reached.

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