Page 61 of Deadlier Obsessions

Walking toward where I heard the sounds only a few minutes ago, I nod to the other two as they walk into a bedroom, and I move further down the hall where I hear the faint sound of grunting.

There are some images you’ll never get out of your brain. This is one of them. Stella lies on the floor appearing to beunconscious, red angry handprints on her throat, while this asshole kneels between her legs, her skirt over her hips, panties pulled to the side, his pants down, as he prepares to shove his dick in my fucking woman.

Under normal circumstances, I’d have already pulled him off her, but I can’t because, with his hand not on his dick, he holds a gun in Stella’s mouth.

I’m behind him so he doesn’t see me, but he knows I’m here.

“Move any closer and I’ll pull the trigger.”

The fury running through my chest like a fucking live wire is what Stella would call Gage Rage. I stand on the spot, not moving because I’m panicking. Generally speaking, I’m afraid of nothing, or so I thought.

“I’m not moving any closer.”

I take in a deep breath and release it as quietly as possible. “Let's talk man to man, before you do something that cannot be undone.”

He shakes his head. “This bitch has to pay.”

Pay for what? There’s no way Stella did anything to him because she couldn’t hurt a damn fly.

“For what?” I ask, trying to buy myself time to fucking think.

Tightening his grip on the firearm, he speaks in a devastated tone, “She cost me Abigail.”

Who the fuck is Abigail?

“Who is that?” I ask, as confusion continues to swirl in my brain.

“My girlfriend. Well, she was my girlfriend until she met Stella and that Lucy.”

I run a hand through my hair as he rubs his cock against her pussy. No fucking way am I standing here watching him rape her.

One thing is clear, I have to drop to his level in order to save her. Somehow, I have to make him think I’m his friend.

“Where is she now?”

He groans painfully. “Fuck if I know.”

I chuckle humorlessly. “That’s where you messed up, man. Gotta watch their every move and you know what, I’ll help you, but you have to leave my friend alone first. Then we’ll find Abigail and, hell, you can tie her up and keep her all to yourself.”

Pushing the barrel further into her mouth, moving his finger to the trigger, he says, “Your friend?”

I shrug as if he can see me. “Technically, she’s my girlfriend's friend. And you know how women are.”

“I just want Abigail,” he mutters pathetically, “Will you really help me?”

“You got it, man. I just need to be able to tell my girl her friend is safe.”

He pulls the gun from her mouth and tosses it on the floor, and without hesitation, I bend down and pick it up, placing it in the back of my jeans.

“Now pull your pants up and sit on the chair, while I make sure she’s alive.”

I watch him cautiously, as I kneel down beside her and place my ear over her mouth, to make sure she’s breathing.

She is, thankfully, and now the rage begins to build like an inferno. Her eyes flutter open with a gasp. “You came for us.”

I smirk at her. “I’ll always come for you, little mama. There was no scenario in which we wouldn’t.”

Sebastian walks through the doorway and utters a pained groan. “Stella!”

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