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Londyn whimpered in revulsion but gathered her strength for what might be her last moments alive.

“Adam, you put that disgustingthingin my mouth again, and I’m biting it off. I don’t care what you or anyone else does to me after. Watching you bleed out will be worth it,” Londyn taunted weakly, spitting the taste of him out of her mouth until it dribbled down her chin. “So, go ahead. Do it. Put that pathetic little dick in my mouth one more time. I fucking dare you.”

ChapterThirty-Seven

Oliver

It did not matterwho Oliver encountered once he burst through the ornate double doors of the main house at Diamond Lake Ranch. Man or woman, if they were in his way, if they tried stopping him in any way, he retaliated with a bullet between their eyes.

With Jack protecting his back, his Las Vegas crew handling matters at the gate and the surrounding grounds, the ex-military team of Bradford, Lawson, and Tyler working to clear a path forward, and Kingston’s army eliminating threats from the staff and a few foolhardy club members, opposition to their invasion was sparse.

Not that it mattered to Oliver. Bodies were mowed down in a hail of bullets as he stalked through the sprawling complex. A crazed, avenging angel of death, clad head to toe in black, with a singular mission, while groups of screaming women provided a symphony of sorts in the background.

Two minutes after entering the main building, Oliver executed both Ruel and Erik Andrey, riddling the brothers with a spray of bullets when they rushed him with their guns drawn. Continuing through the hallways and rooms, down long, twisting corridors, Oliver strode in an almost casual manner, methodically taking out men as he moved along. His only thought, his only purpose, was finding Londyn. So, he did what needed to be done and delighted in the carnage left in his wake.

There was no time for discussion. No room for negotiations. No sympathy for anyone who might foolishly expect mercy. When he burst through the set of doors leading to the underground dungeons, he caught Barlow sprinting down one of the corridors, desperate to escape Oliver’s terrifying wrath.

Raising a hand in a defensive move, the older man fell to his knees. “Please,” he managed to cry out before Oliver shot him point-blank in the chest.

He kicked Barlow’s body out of the way as he continued, reloading his weapon.

Rounding a corner in the dungeon’s labyrinth of corridors, he saw three guards standing outside one of the cells. Immediately, he knew that his wife was being held behind that door. The guards stared at him in complete shock, not used to facing the real threat of an armed intruder. And although the men were heavily armed, Oliver never slowed in his stride. Advancing on them, he shot two in rapid succession while Jack took care of the third.

Stepping over the bodies, he kicked open the cell door. The first thing Oliver saw was the backside of a man with his slacks around his knees. There was another, standing with his back to the stone wall, holding a woman’s cuffed hands high in the air. Oliver recognized him immediately as Sheriff Kevin Clifton, a member of Diamond Lake Ranch. It was a perk he enjoyed as the local sheriff.

Kevin’s eyes widened in surprise. “What the fu?—”

Oliver put a bullet through the man’s eye before he finished the word. Kevin fell to the floor, and Oliver watched as, in slow motion, Londyn tumbled sideways. The man standing in front of her still held a fistful of her long, dark hair but upon seeing Oliver, her tear-stained face illuminated with joy.

Adam Franklin’s face blanched white when he spun around and came face to face with the Devil. Oliver might have laughed had it not been for the rage suffusing every molecule of his body. It was hot.Burning. A fire that demanded action. A blood lust that had to be quenched. A veil of red blinding him to anything but what was right in front of his eyes.

Adam’s erect penis jutted toward Londyn’s mouth. Her bruised, swollen lips and the dull pink handprint marring the side of her face, silently revealed the truth of the assault.

Oliver lost all semblance of civility. In that moment, he became the monster of nightmares. The beast that rampaged and murdered. The Devil who had come to collect the souls of evil.

“Get your fucking hands off my wife.”

Adam’s mouth rounded in shock, gaping open as he tried making sense of what had just happened. He stared at Kevin, now unrecognizable with half of his face blown off and then back at Oliver.

“Wait-wait a goddamn minute, Winter,” Adam cried, releasing Londyn as he threw his hands up in futile surrender. “What the fuck are you talking about? Yourwife?”

Londyn frantically scooted away while Oliver strode forward simultaneously. He jammed the gun into the man’s groin.

“Wait… let’s talk this out. We-we can work out a deal that benefits us both,” Adam said, frantic in his panic. “There are people who will pay you for her. More money than you can dream of.”

Oliver’s plans for slowly torturing the man before ending his miserable life shattered into pieces. He wanted blood. Nothing else would satisfy him.

He relished the sheriff’s high-pitched scream as he pulled the trigger, blowing a hole in his groin before quickly placing the blood-spattered barrel flush against Adam’s forehead. Without a word, he blew the man’s brains out, splattering them across the stone wall.

Adam crumpled to the ground, a faceless, bloody heap that Oliver shoved out of his way so he could reach Londyn. She was screaming into her hands, hiding her face so she didn’t have to see the bodies surrounding her.

Oliver swooped her up from the floor, squeezing his arms around her so tightly that he worried he was hurting her. She sobbed in his embrace, lifting her handcuffed hands over his head and holding on to him as if she would never let go.

Oliver pressed his lips to her forehead while she trembled uncontrollably. He could not speak for a few moments, realizing how close he’d come to losing her slamming into him like a freight train.Thank you, God. Thank you for letting me reach her in time. Thank you for not taking her from me.

“You came for me…” Londyn breathed against the side of Oliver’s neck. “You came.”

“Of course, I came for you, dove,” Oliver muttered hoarsely. “You’re my wife. Jack? Get these goddamned cuffs off her.”

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