Page 60 of Make You Mine

“I don’t know what lies that slut has been telling you. But she’s nothing but a pathetic, uptight bitch.”

My vision goes black, and before my control can set in, I’m ripping him away from my brother and smashing my fist into his face. The only thought on my mind is destroying this piece of shit.

We topple over the top of his chair, our bodies and the furniture crashing to the ground. His guys must move toward us as he scrambles to get on his feet. I see him wave them off. “No. If the doctor thinks he can handle me. Let him.”

Perfect. For the past three years, you’ve been abusing the girl I love and doing God only knows what else while I’ve been training every day to kill you.

Let’s be honest, I had already made up my mind that when I came home, if Ashley wasn’t happy, I would kill him one way or another. The fact he’s an abusive rapist just makes me want to make sure his death isn’t quick.

The thought has me rushing Junior, tackling him to the ground. The image of what he’s put her through creates the rage I need to push my adrenaline along. I feel like I could kill him with my bare hands in this moment. Punch after punch across his face, my knuckles crack across his cheek, splitting the gash there even more.

I stop myself, reveling in the blood dripping down his face and wrapping my hand around his neck. Surprised no one has tried to stop me yet. Maybe Junior’s men are enjoying watching their boss get his ass beat… Maybe his minions are starting to recognize what a piece of shit he truly is.

“You sick fuck. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought of strangling the life right out of your lungs.”

He bucks, trying to break away from my hold, and I see the panic in his eyes when he realizes he doesn’t have the power to get me off him. “It doesn’t feel good, does it, motherfucker? How do you think she felt?”

I hear a commotion behind me, but my grip continues to tighten, wanting him to know what it's like to feel helpless in this position. A swift kick to my ribs and cold hard metal to the back of my skull loosen my grip.

“Boss. This has gone too far,” the man behind me says to his barely breathing boss lying on the floor beside us.

“Put the gun down.” I hear Micah’s voice, and from the corner of my eye, I’m surprised to see he has a pistol in his hand.

I contemplate my next move, but then a sound, louder than I have ever heard, echoes from the back part of the building. And all chaos breaks out.

An explosion.

The gun is pulled from my head as the Soldati move to help their boss off the ground and scurry out the front door. I briefly register my brother’s words as I watch Junior escape.

“Trent, we have to get out of here,” Trevor yells over the chaos, pulling me by the arm as smoke billows out of the halls on the opposite side of the building.

“What was that?” I ask, keeping my head low and following Trevor to what seems to be a side exit.

“Nico.”

“How?” My mind races, thoughts of Ashley’s safety at the forefront.

“Not sure. I'm assuming Micah gave him the heads up about Junior’s return.”

“Thank fuck,” I say, dragging my phone out, needing to know where she is.

When Luca doesn’t answer, a feeling of dread takes hold in the pit of my stomach. I dial Ashley’s burner phone, knowing she left her iPhone at home last night so Junior couldn’t track it.

No answer.

Again, and again.

“Fuckkkk!! “We have to get Ashley,” I shout to anyone who will listen.

Nico is suddenly in my face, demanding I get in the car. I follow the order, but immediately start demanding he go to Ashley’s mother’s home.

“Trent, breathe… We’re waiting for Micah. Don’t worry, Luca has her.”

I grab his shirt. “Are you a hundred percent sure? I can’t get Luca on the phone either. Where is Micah?”

“Taking care of something. We need to handle this once and for all.”

Any other time, I’d love that response, but right now, I just want to get to her. I open the door handle, but it's locked. I feel like a feral caged animal.

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