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Standing up, Sammy did a quick look for the shooter before she picked up Matty and ran behind the kitchen sink, crouching low. Sammy placed Matty behind her as Sammy’s worst nightmare came into the house and her view.

Greg.

“Hello, Sammy. I hear you’ve become a slut and an animal lover.”

Sammy stood making sure she hid Matty as much as possible. “Why are you here, Greg?”

“I came to save you from the animals that have brainwashed you. I’m going to make you happy again and protect you.” He glanced behind him at Adelea. “Looks like I got here just in time.”

Sammy could feel her heart almost beating out of her chest. She was terrified. Matty was quietly sobbing behind her. Sammy told herself she needed to be strong for him.

“Why did you come back for me? This time when they catch you, they won’t let you off so easily. If you go now, I won’t report that you’ve come here to anyone. I’ll let you go free. Please. I’m not the same woman you knew. I won’t put up with how you treated me or talked to me.” Sammy moved towards an exit keeping Matty behind her. “If you go now, you’ll live. If my men get home, they will kill you. If you get any closer, I will fight to my last breath to kill you myself. I’m not going back to that hell I lived in when I was with you.”

It was the wrong thing to say. Greg lunged for her at the same time as she yelled.

“Run, Matty. Run.”

Sammy hit the kitchen tiles hard, ignoring the pain, knowing she was in a fight for her life. She told herself to fight. She’d prepared herself, and she could do it. Everything Brock and Slater taught her came to her in a whoosh, all the best spots to hit to make the most amount of damage. Brock and Slater had encouraged her to learn to protect herself. Brock had even said if all else fails, hit the balls as they are one of the most sensitive areas on a man.

Greg pulled her hair bringing her up and slamming her head back down against the tiles. Sammy kicked and fought as hard as she could.

“You’re mine. If I can’t have you no one else can,” Greg screamed at her.

“Fuck you.” She went still and found where she wanted to hurt. Using all her strength she kicked Greg between the legs. He squealed and rolled off her, and she scrambled to get up. She couldn’t let him win. She would kill him if she had to. Grabbing the knife she’d been using to cut the dinner with, she let herself go, all her anger, all the pain and frustration of what Greg had done to her, set free. She knew by the end he would be dead, or she would be.

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Something wasn’t right. Brock looked in his review mirror to see Slater driving slowly behind him. Brock slowed his car also as he drove down the winding path to the house. As their home came into view a small boy ran out in front of him. Brock slammed on the brakes and swerved to the side. Turning the car off, Brock jumped out and gathered up his nephew.

“He killed Grandma,” Matty sobbed. “He’s got Aunty Sammy, and he’s screaming and hitting her. She’s screaming back and kicking and punching him. He’s a bad man, Uncle Brock. You have to go save Aunty Sammy before he kills her like he did Grandma.”

“Oh shit,” Slater said behind him. “You kill the bastard, and I’ll sort your mother out and look after Matty.”

Brock handed Matty to Slater and nodded. He reached into his car and pulled out his gun. Loading the chambers, Brock entered the house ready once and for all to kill the man who had terrorized his mate.

The screams and yelling were loud, and Brock sighed in relief knowing if Sammy could scream, she was still alive. Quietly sneaking up the stairs hugging the walls, he followed where the smell of blood was the strongest, in the kitchen. The sight that greeted him had Brock freezing in shock. A bloody knife lay by the French sliding doors, and Sammy stood over a blood covered body as she whacked him with pieces of what looked like a gravy bowl over and over.

Sammy screamed at the body. “Never again. Never again. I won’t do it. No. Never again.”

Brock’s heart broke at the sight of Sammy. Taking a deep breath in and listening with his shifter hearing he could hear a barely-there heartbeat from Greg. Brock knew he had to stop her before she killed him. Sammy would never forgive herself if she did that, no matter how much she hated him.

Emptying his gun, he placed it on the floor. Sammy was in so much of a trance she didn’t even hear him.

Slowly he put his hands up and used his soothing voice. “Angel, it’s Brock. I’m here now. Drop what you have and come to me. Let me see if you’re okay.”

Sammy blinked and looked over to him. Brock could see the blood dripping from her hands as she held the shards. In a daze, she dropped the shards and stumbled over to him. “Did Matty get to you?”

Brock caught her in his arms. He could smell she’d lost a lot of blood of her own. Big chunks of hair were missing from her head, and her face and any visible parts of her were black. It took all his control not to kill the man on the floor. “Yes. Slater has Matty. He is keeping him safe.”

As soon as he’d told her that, a dam seemed to break, and she looked behind her, nodded, and said, “I killed him. I couldn’t go through it again. I’m sorry.” And with that she passed out.

Knowing Slater would have already called the police, Brock cradled Sammy in his arms. The bastard on the floor wasn’t going to move anytime soon. Brock walked to the lounge room and laid Sammy on the sofa and grabbed the phone. He called his brothers knowing as they lived down the road that either Blake or Brian would come.

“Blake, Greg came to our home. Get here now.”

He called his partner next. “Kegon. Greg came here. I need your help. Sammy’s in a bad way, but I think Greg is worse.”

“Fuck me. I’m on my way.”

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