Page 50 of Savage Protector

Houston was so angry he couldn't see straight. He reached for the knife in his boot and pulled it out. “You think raping women is fucking sexy? I'll show you sexy." He didn’t wait for an answer and instead twisted with his knife and stabbed it into the guy's dick.

The resulting scream and bellow of pain were beautiful music to his ears. He had no idea how satisfying it was to take out his revenge on the enemy at this range. All the pent up anger from the weeks of worry and fear rushed over him. There was only one way to fix this situation. He stabbed the guy again, this time in his thigh.

The asshole screamed again.

"Shut the fuck up." As much as he'd like to think he was teaching some low life son of a bitch a lesson, he wasn't. Because he didn't have enough time left to learn any goddamned lessons while screaming like a banshee.

He could learn his lesson in hell.

He covered his mouth with a gloved hand and stabbed him again in the gut before shoving the knife forward and into his lung. Immediately blood bubbled from the man's mouth and the look in his eyes told Houston he knew it was over.

"Houston. Please."

Izzy's slurred mumbles from the bed caught his attention and he turned his head. The look of pure blankness stamped across her face burned into his brain.

He looked between the dying fucker on the floor and the beautiful, but ravaged woman on the bed. There were red marks around her neck where her assailant held her down and bruises were already forming on her arm where he obviously grabbed her.

"He deserves worse."

"Houston." She mumbled again, pointing at the man behind him.

Houston moved on autopilot. He swung his arm around and shot two bullets into the man's brain before he could touch his gun.

He returned the bloody knife to his boot and grabbed Izzy from the bed.

“Can you put your arms around my neck and hang on?” If he hadn’t already clued in to her condition from her lack of movement, the lax state of her muscles and the red track marks on her arms made it crystal clear. They’d drugged her. “I’m getting you out of here, baby. Just hang on, okay?”

Her body shook with her silent sobs or maybe it was the drugs. He couldn’t be sure.

"You've got blood." Her sentences weren’t all there, but he got the gist. She’d seen what he did and now she was focused on the blood covering him.

"It's over," he reassured her. "You're safe now."

She buried her face in his neck and her body shook harder.

A loud commotion came from outside the door along with muffled gunshots. Houston raised his gun again, prepared to do whatever it took to get his woman out of there.

Axel poked his head in the door. "We’ve got to get her out of here now. Everyone inside is taken care of, but we think someone may have set off an alarm and reinforcements are moving on the property."

Houston nodded and followed him from the room and down the hall, now littered with bodies.

"She okay?" Axel questioned.

"No. They fucking drugged her. She’s got marks all over her arms." He didn't have to ask her to know anything. He'd seen it all run across her face in a matter of seconds. They were too late. The damage to her had been done and his actions made it worse.

Not that he regretted gutting that asshole for a second. Walking into that room and seeing him on top of Izzy trying to get his dick out was one of the two worst things he’d ever seen in his life. At least this time he was able to make someone pay.

He only hoped the club found a way to make it better for her after he left. His heart squeezed. He didn't want to leave her.

Even if she found a way to forgive him for what happened in that room, there'd be no forgiveness for what he was about to do.

Tires squealed outside just as they cleared the front door.

Axel threw open the van door. "Get her in."

Houston lifted her from his chest and placed her in the seat as gently as he could, however, her arms remained firmly locked around his neck.

“Look at me, babe.”

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