Page 188 of Mountain Boss

I think about her telling me that her mom would hold her hand like that to comfort her when she was young.

And I think about this fucking piece of shit man beneath me.

I think about the damage his hands could do.

And still gripping his crushed fingers, I wrench my hands down.

His wrist snaps.

“Uh, Boss?” Fisher’s voice breaks through the haze surrounding me.

I glance up, annoyed I didn’t hear him coming. “Yeah?”

Fisher makes a choking sound as he looks between me and the man I’m sitting on. “What’s, uh, going on?”

I hear the next set of footsteps a moment before Simpson steps up beside Fisher.

The fucking creep beneath me starts to breathe again. “H-help me.” His voice is garbled. “H-he’s killing?—”

I release his broken wrist and slam my fist into his chest again.

I think I feel a rib crack.

Good.

When I look back up, both of my employees move their gazes to Courtney’s cabin.

“Was he—” Simpson’s voice cuts off.

He thinks of Courtney as one of his daughters, and even in the dark, I can see his features shift. Rage and fear. The same mix that’s poisoning my blood.

I keep my voice low. “He was going to.” I turn back to the man and punch him in the face again. I look back up to my guys. “She doesn’t know.”

Simpson holds his hand out to me.

I’m not done with the Creep, but I still take Simpson’s hand and let him haul me up.

He grips my shoulder with his other hand, steadying me.

Adrenaline is still coursing through my body, and I take the moment to calm my breathing.

A thud sounds behind me.

Turning, I watch Fisher kick the man on the ground.

In the ribs. The leg.

When the man rolls onto his side, Fisher kicks him in the ass.

And I decide the kid is alright.

Chapter 145

Courtney

Face washed,teeth brushed, and lotion applied, I turn off the lights and head into my bedroom.

I know Sterling is going to come to me tonight.

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