Page 65 of Judgment Day

Exa

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Scar caught her beforeshe could hit the floor.

With one arm wrapped around her, he pulled a knife from his boot and threw it. It lodged into the judge’s shoulder, throwing off his aim. The third bullet hit the wall not too far from Exa. The judge howled in pain. Scar stared down at her.

“Exa, baby.”

“I’m okay,” she whispered, winded. “It just took my breath for a moment. But it didn’t hurt me. I’m wearing a vest, remember?”

Scar let out a deep sigh as he eased her up against the wall so that she was sitting upright.

“Be right back,” he told her as he let the duffle strap fall from his shoulder.

“Wait!” she called after him.

But it was too late. Her man was on a mission. Exa grimaced as she leaned against the wall for support and pushed herself to her feet. The judge pulled the knife out of his arm and tried to attack Scar with it. Scar swatted it out of his hand like it was nothing. Grabbing the judge by his collar, Scar lifted him up.

He slammed judge Bailey onto the ground so hard that even Exa jumped. Scar began punching the judge. Exa pushed away from the wall, needing to stop Scar before he killed him. But the cage in front of them caught her attention. She froze and stared around the room.

“We can’t see into the basement,” Arson said over the comm line. “Exa, you have to tell us what’s going on. Are you and Scar okay? Where’s the judge?”

Exa had the answers to Arson’s question but couldn’t respond. Her eyes were on those cages. Memories of the night she’d been dragged down there by Dr. Fitz filled her mind. She remembered the people she’d seen in those cages. She heard their screams. She saw their tears. She saw the bruises on their bodies.

She saw the rich perverts laughing at their discomfort. And she saw herself standing there, unable to help. More screams filled the air. But they weren’t the screams of the innocent. They were the screams of the man responsible for so much heartache and pain. Exa’s gaze jerked down to where Scar was pummeling the judge.

“This is for my woman,” Scar said before breaking the judge’s nose. “This is for all the pain you caused her over the years.” He hit the judge again. “And this is for the people who aren’t here to get their revenge.”

“Exa, say something!” Arson yelled.

“Please, Exa,” Seven whispered.

“I’m fine,” Exa responded.

“About time,” Skye yelled. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” Exa apologized as she watched Scar beat the judge.

Exa inhaled deeply. The room smelled like cleaning products. Of course, he would have it cleaned before he and his friends dirtied it up again. Sick fucks. Exa exhaled slowly.

“Exa, listen to me,” Arson said. “The agents are still a few minutes out. But the judge’s people are already pulling onto the property. Three carloads full. Do not leave that basement until we tell you to.”

“Don’t worry,” Exa told her team. “I’m about to be real busy for a while.”

Exa strode over to Scar. He’d just raised his fist to punch the judge again. Exa touched his shoulder. He froze with his fist raised.

“Let me take it from here,” she told him.

He slowly lowered his fist, seeming reluctant to stop. But if he kept this up, the judge would be dead before she’d had her chance to fuck him up. Scar hit the judge one last time before standing and rubbing his fist across his pants.

“Help me sit him up,” Exa told Scar. Her back was hurting like a bitch. And her chest was still stinging.

Scar grunted as he lifted the judge, and that’s when Exa remembered he was wounded. She rushed to the other side of the judge to help Scar carry him over to a chair against the wall.

“I got it,” Scar told her.

“We’re a team, remember?” she reminded him.

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