Page 131 of Savage Promises

Lennox.

My vision tunnels.

My wife.

Blood roars in my ears.

“I have to get there.” I spin around, thinking of what weapons I have here in the trailer. Most are locked up in my gun range. “I need—”

“Griffin, Trace, and Rhys are on their way with the guards, the trackers, and plenty of heat.Let’s go.”

For the briefest of seconds, I consider that I’ve spent weeks thinking about what I lost. About the mistakes I made. I can’t make another one.

“Wait,” I stop Connor, sick that I’m sending my family into a bloodbath. “Call them all back. I’ll handle this. I’m going alone.”

“You’re fucking nuts if you think we will let you do this alone.” Connor cups my shoulder. “We’re one. We’vealwaysbeen one.”

I hide the emotions storming through me hearing the family motto and give a stiff nod. Yeah, no way would my brothers let me face this on my own.

With them or alone, I will burn down the whole city before I lose my wife again.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Lennox

The stench of blood and gunpowder clog the air. Tables are overturned and shattered glass covers my once-pristine mirrored floors. Bodies lie still in red pools of death.

My staff.

Customers.

And oh my God, Dorian!

He’s on the floor not moving. He pushed me out of the way and took gunfire for me.

I’m shaking, hysterical, but I can’t fall apart. I must keep my head.

Mara and I sit on the floor, our backs against the bar. “Just stay calm,” I mutter to her.

“This isn’t looking good,” she says, her voice shaking. “They killed the men. Kept us alive because we’re women. They’re going to rape and fucking traffic us.”

“Over my dead body,” I whisper. “I’ll handle this.”

“You. Fat woman. You owner?” A hooded man with a Slavic accent presses a cold, steel barrel against my temple.

“Did your mother teach you to talk to women that way?” I say, glaring up at him.

“My father killed my mother,” he says coldly.

Jesus, I can’t top that insult.

“What do you want?” I growl.

“Take her. This one. The one with the sharp tongue.” He instructs his henchman with a long gun. “I’m going to snuff it out.”

His man picks me up by the neck and drags me toward my office. “Come with me.”

“Mara!” I yell. “It’s okay. Just do what they say.”

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