Page 67 of Feint

“Nooo!” I heard Rosalie scream and turned my head.

Mack had grabbed her and thrown her to the ground. She was turning on her stomach so she could try to get back up. And his face turned in a sneer as he watched her struggle.

“Leave her alone, Mack!” I shouted at him.

He saw me pinned under the Suns’ sergeant and kept prowling toward Rosalie, his face pulled back into an evil grin.

“Ohhh, you can thank your boyfriend for what is about to happen to you, girl. Remember that.” He reached down and gripped the back of her pants and yanked, folding her thighs back over her knees. He dropped his gun to the side and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back hard. “Don’t stop struggling. You know what it does for me.”

“N-no, please! Stop!” Rosalie whimpered against his hold as she struggled with all her might.

He slid his hand around the front of her pants, popping her button and pulling down her zipper. I saw her bare skin and doubled my efforts to struggle against the man pinning me. But he hit me hard with the butt of his pistol across the side of my head, and I flinched. My vision went cross for a moment as I heard my girl’s cries fill the air. I was rolled onto my stomach and my arms were yanked behind me as he sat all of his weight on me.

“Let her go!” I shouted as my vision started to come back, but I struggled to see her again. My eyes widened with fury.

Mack had pulled her pants to her mid-thighs, and his fingers grazed her ass as he shoved her forward. His eyes flicked over to mine as he chuckled, and his hands roamed to his own belt, pulling it looser and looser.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” I growled.

I yanked against my captor, but it was no use, as his weight kept me pinned in this position.

“I’m not going to just touch her, Enforcer. I’m going to fuck her. And when I’m done and the dust has settled over the bodies of the others, I’m going to let everyone left fuck her again and again until we’re ready to dump her body to the president to let him do what he wants with her at the clubhouse. Fuck, I’ve wanted to try this pussy since the first day you brought her. I’m going to enjoy every fucking second, so make sure you scream for me, girl. I want to fuck you while you cry.”

He started to unbuckle his pants and slid them down, and I jerked harder against my captor than I ever had before. But just as I thought it was hopeless, that my girl was about to be raped and there was nothing I could do to stop it, a scene unfolded that I never imagined.

Mack’s face exploded into a haze of red. It took me and the sergeant on top of me to realize someone had just blown his fucking head off. His body dropped to the side, and Rosalie cried and moved a few feet away from him, her eyes about to look back when I snapped to my senses.

“DON’T LOOK, ROSALIE!” I shouted. It jarred the man on top of me out of his shock as well. He started to frantically look around. “Just keep looking forward, mama. Fix your clothes and run inside the building! NOW! Don’t look back!”

She did as she had been told, hurrying to fix her pants before pushing herself to her feet and walking as fast as she could to the open barn and ducking inside.

“What the fuck was that?!” the sergeant said with panic in his voice. “When did the BLVDs get fucking snipers?!”

It was a sniper. Then, I knew. This was what her parents had said when they mentioned they would take care of it. When I saw a red dot go across the ground in front of me and up my body, I had no doubt in my mind that this was the same one from that ranch.

“Fuck!”

Another shot, and I felt warmth hit the back of my neck and head as the sergeant toppled over, holding a gaping hole in his shoulder as he groaned in pain. I yanked my legs under me and pushed past the pain of my own injury to jump to my feet. I grabbed the pistol quickly before running over to Mack’s body, grabbing his rifle. I limped into the barn, where in the shadows, I saw a figure jerk.

Rosalie was sitting in the corner with her legs tucked up into her torso. I quickly walked over and squatted down. Gently reaching out, I tucked her hair out of her face before stroking it.

“Shh, you did so good, mama. You are safe now. I won’t let another person touch you. Stay behind me.” I should have grabbed my fucking knife to cut her bonds, but I had been focused on getting the fuck in here and out of the line of fire.

We heard loud shots go off, and slowly, the gunfire died all the way down. I kept her wrapped in my arms, my back facing the opening. All we heard was the occasional groan from someone dying. Then, I heard footsteps and hushed voices. A few figures appeared in the entrance, and I pointed the rifle at them before one quickly spoke.

“Whoa! Whoa! Easy, VP. It’s us!” Wilder’s voice called as he held his hands up.

My body relaxed. We had won. It was over.

“It’s fine. You’re going to be safe now, mama.”

I rubbed Rosalie’s head and pulled her in tighter as she held my t-shirt in her fists. Fuck, she had been through hell and back, yet her tears had stopped a few minutes ago, and now, she was just relieved to be in my arms. My girl was a lot tougher than I’d thought.

We stood up, and Wilder gave me his shoulder to help take the weight off my injured leg. Rosalie wrapped herself under my other arm as they cut her hands and leg bindings apart. We all walked out, the rest of the BLVDs standing around the buildings. They must have cleared them all by now. There were half the men here than we started with. Fuck, all of these lives, lost for what?

Jealousy.

“What happened? When did the sergeant get here?” Wilder asked in a sad voice as he looked at his body.

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