Page 60 of Resist

“Did you?” I scream in his face.

His smile is wicked. “He would have enjoyed it. We both know that. He came here of his own accord. It’s his own fault—” I slam my fist into his gut again, and this time I let him drop to the floor. He crumples to the carpet with a groan, and I slam my boot into his side, fury washing through me.

He drugged Fox.

He was going to rape him.

Fuck!

If I hadn’t arrived in time . . . Horror consumes me, and I take it out on him, kicking him over and over as he curls up, laughing as I beat him. When I step away, chest heaving, he rolls onto his back and smiles up at me. “Do you want to see the prequel? The video is still on my phone. You’ll see just how much he enjoys our games?—”

I drive my boot into his face, and his head snaps to the side from the force, his yell escaping his split lips as he coughs up blood. Dragging him up, I hammer my fist into his face. My knuckles split and break, but I don’t stop. I keep seeing that smug look and Fox’s hopelessness and horror, and I can’t hold back.

He hurt my love.

He tried to take him from me.

He touched him without permission.

“Ry . . .” Fox’s choked voice is what stops me from killing the bastard. Taking a deep breath, I drop him to the floor. Theo wheezes through his bleeding mouth and broken nose. Grabbing his robe from the side, I tie his hands and feet together, and then I shove his boxers into his mouth to silence his words before I hurry over to Fox, who is struggling to sit up. I don’t know what he was given or how long it takes to wear off, but I’m worried more about what he’s going through mentally right now.

I help him sit up, and he leans into me, heavy and uncoordinated. I need to get him to a hospital and get him some help.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you,” I promise as I help him up. His body seems to be coming back online, but his hands fumble with his shirt and pants, tears sliding down his face as he sobs.

Pulling off my jacket, I drape it around him and zip it up before softly fastening his jeans, and then I lead him outside, ignoring Theo’s muffled yells. Once out in the fresh air, I sit him down on the steps, struggling under his bulk, and grip his cheeks. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’m here, okay? Nothing will happen to you, I promise.”

“I . . . Sorry.” He sobs as he leans into me, wrapping his arms tightly around my back and chest, his strength finally returning. “I never should have come. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you.”

“Shh.” I kiss his head as I hold him, the cold air cooling my red cheeks. “You have nothing to apologize for.” Lifting his head, I lean in so he looks at me. “I mean it, Fox, nothing. What he did is beyond fucked up, but it isn’t your fault. I know you were only trying to protect me and the band, and I’m not mad, okay? I’m so fucking sorry, baby, that he did that to you.”

He cries against my chest, and I pull my phone out and dial 911, all while rubbing his back. “I’ve got you,” I murmur. “I love you, and I’m right here. You’re safe. He can’t touch you again.”

It’s true. I will never let Theo hurt him again.

Police swarm the house, and Fox is put into the back of an ambulance. I don’t leave his side, my hand in his despite them needing room, but he won’t let go and neither will I. His wild, desperate eyes remain locked on me as they fuss over him.

“Sir, I’m sorry.” I look to the side to see a police officer there. “We will need you to come with us for a statement. The other party is extremely injured.” He looks anxious just saying it, and I narrow my eyes.

“I go where Fox goes,” I tell him.

“Sir, please, I don’t want to have to arrest you?—”

“Try it,” I retort. “See all those people out there?” I jerk my head to the side, where they had to set up a police barricade. There are people there with cameras aimed at us. I heard our names shouted, so they know we’re here. “You think they won’t have something to say about you arresting me?”

“Ryker.” Fox looks worried as he sits up. “Don’t leave me, please.”

“Shh, I’m not going anywhere,” I promise as I kiss his cheek. “One second, okay?”

He clings to my hand, and I kiss it before tugging mine away, crouching at the end of the ambulance. “He’s been through a lot tonight,” I tell the officer. “I won’t leave him alone. He’s the victim here.”

“Sir,” he begins, just as another officer arrives and whispers something to the first cop. His eyes widen as he looks at me. “I’m very sorry, sir. Please go ahead. We’ll find you both later to talk. Get him some help.”

“Wait.” I grab his arm as he turns to leave. “What happened?”

He bites his lip and glances at Fox before quietly answering, “They found a camera inside. It was all caught on film.”

My heart freezes—not at me assaulting Theo being on camera, but because of what he did to Fox. I know it’s good, since it will prove Theo drugged Fox, but the idea of Fox being seen like that? “Nobody sees that who isn’t necessary,” I warn.

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