Page 103 of Declan

Declan.

He slams into Alek, knocking me loose as we crash to the ground. I crawl away, clutching my throat, gasping for air. Each breath feels

like fire; each inhale stinging as if my lungs are fighting against me. My brain is light, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

Through blurry eyes, I see Alek staggering to his feet, slamming into Declan like a bull. But Declan doesn’t falter. He holds his ground, twisting his body and throwing Alek hard against the wall. The impact rattles the frames hanging beside him, one crashing to the floor.

Declan doesn’t wait. He charges, unleashing a storm of kicks and punches. Alek raises his arms, trying to protect his face and head, but Declan lands a brutal uppercut to Alek’s ribs. The force makes Alek stumble back, his breath hitching for a moment.

Alek sneers, his voice venomous. “I’m going to kill you in front of her. Then I’ll fuck her, fill her with me, and put a bullet in her skull so she takes me with her forever.”

Declan’s eyes darken, the menace in them swallowing the room. He straightens slowly, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. A smirk spreads across his face, cold and taunting.

“Can you even get it up?” Declan’s voice is sharp, like a blade slicing through the tension. He tilts his head, his shoulders widening as he sizes up Alek, his eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement.

“Did you kiss her?” he continues, a twisted edge to his voice. “I can see it on your face—you did. Want to know where her mouth was before you took her? Want to know what’s still in her saliva while you shoved your tongue down her throat? My fucking cum, you eejit.”

His eyes burn with fury, and a devilish grin spreads across his lips, making every word heavier than the last.

Alek curses in Russian, his face contorting in rage. With a roar, he lunges at Declan, slamming him to the ground. They crash hard, and Alek wastes no time, unleashing a flurry of punches with brutal precision. Blood spills from Declan’s mouth, staining his teeth and chin.

I force myself to my feet, my vision swimming, my legs shaking. Declan must sense my movement because his head snaps toward me, his gaze locking with mine even as he shields his face with his forearms.

“Get out of here!” He roars, his voice thick with pain but still commanding.

A pair of hands grab me from behind, and I whip around, instinctively punching the person hard on the chin. He stumbles back, cursing.

“Fucking hell,” Kian grunts, rubbing his jaw. “It’s me!”

Relief floods through me, and I throw myself into his arms.

“Get her out of here!” Declan’s voice booms from behind us. I turn to see him shove Alek back with a brutal punch to the stomach.

“No!” I shake my head, refusing to leave. “I’m not leaving you!”

But Kian’s arms lock around my waist, and before I can fight back, he lifts me like I weigh nothing, tossing me over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” I scream, kicking and thrashing in his hold, but Kian doesn’t stop. He runs toward the exit, his pace unbroken. Connor appears behind us, firing at a guard who charges toward us.

“Declan?” Connor asks, his voice tight as he reloads his weapon.

“Alek,” Kian grunts in reply, his focus unwavering as I struggle against him.

“Let me go!” I scream again. “You need to help him!”

Kian doesn’t flinch. His tone remains steady. “Connor,” he says, nodding toward the house. Without hesitation, Connor sprints back toward the chaos, his gun raised.

Kian reaches an SUV behind the trees and throws me inside like a rag doll. My back hits the seat, and before I can scramble out, he slams the door shut.

“Stay here. The car’s bulletproof; you’ll be safe,” he says coldly, locking the doors from the outside.

I pound my fists against the window, glaring at him through the glass as he steps away. He talks quickly to one of his men,gesturing toward me. The guy nods, raises his gun, and hides behind a tree, his eyes scanning the area.

Kian doesn’t look back. He’s already running back toward the chaos, leaving me trapped.

Chapter 32

Declan

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