Page 64 of A Billionaire Rebel

“Let’s get you dried off, and then we can talk about what we’re going to do about Spencer,” Damon said, his voice biting off each word.

Shit.

I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten the reason I’d nearly killed myself to get here. This was seriously messing with my head.

“No time.” I tossed the towel onto the couch. “Jamie, we have to go. We have to get Kevin and get somewhere safe. We’ve been here too long all ready. Damon, you need to leave too.”

“Kevin’s safe at Mom and Dad’s,” Jamie said. “We’ll lock the door here and call the cops.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Damon said, his face an angry mask. “You’re safe here.”

I shook my head. “We can’t stay here. He’s going to come, and he’ll be pissed when he gets here. He might even bring a gun. I just kicked him in the nuts. It won’t keep him away for long.”

“He’s not going to come here,” Jamie said. “He’s never crossed that line in all the time we’ve lived here.”

“He’s not that stupid,” Damon added.

I would’ve argued the point, but that was when Spencer kicked the door open.

Thirty-Eight

Damon

Jae was right,and the moment this was over, I was going to tell her that.

The moment the door came crashing in, I moved between the sisters and the bastard. He stayed in the doorway for a moment, nostrils flaring, teeth clenched, and then he came inside.

“You. Fucking.Bitch!” He pointed behind me. “I’m going to make you pay for that cheap shot.”

I needed to get his attention off them and on me. “You’re outnumbered, asshole. How about we give you a head start before we call the cops and you leave right now.”

“Fuck off, Holden.” He didn’t even look at me. “This is between me and the cunt sisters.”

“Yeah, I don’t like that word,” I said. “Or any of the other words you’ve been using.”

“Too fucking bad.”

“I’m not going to let you near them,” I said, motioning behind me for them to move into the hallway. I didn’t know if they listened or not, but I wasn’t about to look away to find out.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to kick your ass first.” He grinned. “Works for me. I’m always more in the mood to fuck after I beat the shit out of someone. Maybe I’ll fuck them together. Make them watch when I do the other one.”

If I’d had any doubt about using violence to take this asshole down, it went out the window with that statement of intent.

He charged at me with a roar that I supposed was meant to intimidate me, but I held my ground. A moment before he hit me, I lowered my shoulder, letting Spencer’s momentum drive his chest into my shoulder. I heard his breath come out of him with a rush and knew I’d hit his solar plexus.

I lifted up, taking him with me. He balanced on my shoulder for a second before I flipped him over my back to the floor. He slammed down, gasping and wheezing. I straightened, expecting it to be over, and then his foot connected with my ankle, knocking me back and off balance.

“Damon!”

“Get Jamie into your room and lock the door!” I caught myself on the edge of the couch, barely managing to stay upright.

Spencer scrambled to his feet, his face red. “Kill. You.”

The words were almost inaudible as he struggled to get air, but he was desperate enough that I wouldn’t underestimate him. Fury gave people strength to do things that they wouldn’t have had the ability to do otherwise.

“It’s over,” I said, easing my way around to get between him and the women.

Jae hadn’t moved other than to put herself in front of Jamie. I didn’t know if it was fear or sheer stubbornness that kept her there, but I wasn’t going to let either get her hurt.

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