Page 65 of Dubious Match
Both men are fucking huge, dressed in long sleeve shirts, leather jackets, jeans, and shit kickers. I don’t know very many motorcycle clubs, but that’s what it reminds me of.
“We are her dirty work,” one of them grunts, rushing me.
Hands free, I kick, punch, and spin to get away. I can’t do what I need to in these shoes, and I’m pissed that I tripped at all earlier. My loose hair doesn’t help me, and he uses it to wrap it around his fist and grabs my leg to pick me up as if I’m a rag doll. The dickweed lays me over his neck like a fucking scarf, while I pull my stun gun and shove it into the skin of his throat.
Fancy moves aren’t your friend around me. My weapon is charged, I never shut it off when it’s with me, and all I have to do is press the button to use it. The asshole alpha screams, throwingme away from him. I can’t help it, I scream back as I hit the ground and roll into the other alpha.
He uses my head as a soccer ball and kicks it. After that, things move funny as they stomp and kick the fuck out of my body. I try my best to protect the more vulnerable parts of myself, but everything is being pummeled.
“Fuck, people are coming,” one of them says. “Shit they have guns too. You’re just supposed to be a whore omega. Who the fuck are you?”
“Your worst nightmare,” I whisper, gagging on blood. All I could do during this was curl my body up into a ball, but I am sure I look a mess. “Where the fuck is Emilia in all of this?”
“At… at her event,” the alpha says before turning and running.
Gunshots ring out and both alphas drop a few feet away from me. Fuck it, next time I’m bringing the gun with me. Not that it would have truly benefited me while getting the shit kicked out of me. My arms feel like jelly as I try to push myself up to a sitting position. My dress and coat is covered in blood, my stun gun is lost, and I’m seeing double.
“Hollis!” Malcolm yells as he runs and skids on the paved path to drop beside me.
“I’m…fine,” I wheeze. My ribs are definitely broken though. I can barely breathe without it hurting.
“The fuck you are,” he growls, lifting me as carefully as possible into his lap. I scream because I can't help it, everything hurts.
“Easy, man. Fuck,” Cian snaps, squatting next to me. His gun in his hands and his hazel eyes are angry and troubled. “Hollis, talk to me.”
“Find Aster,” I whisper, already starting to lean to the side. “Emilia kidnapped her sister.”
“Hollis, you can’t be saying that you want them to help her,” Malcolm grumbles.
“Hush,” Cian barks out, making me jump. “Sorry, honey. Whatever you want, okay? This idiot is going to pick you up and we’re going to go to hospital.”
“Cian,” I complain, starting to cry. “I hate the hospital.”
“I don’t care,” he says. “There’s only so much we can do without one. Your room will be guarded by the Finnegan brothers. They’re two sons of a bitches that’ll shoot first and ask questions later.”
Malcolm is trying to figure out how to hold me without hurting me as he stands, but it’s a lost cause. Everything makes me whimper. I’m dizzy, my vision is fucked, and I can already tell I’m going to lose consciousness.
“Cian,” I gasp out.
“I promise,” he grunts, his face contorted in distaste. “I won’t even torture the girl for information. I’ll have one of my boys ask her nicely.”
Yeah, that’s not likely. Pack Hayes doesn’t do nice.
I can’t argue though because the darkness is calling and it promises there will be no pain there. Giving in for now, I follow it down and pass out.
REMY
Felix, Brice, and I all felt this piercing pain at around the same time, just before gun shots were fired. We all ran in the direction of it while someone else took care of all of the people. Fuck it, Aisling can handle it.
“What the fuck happened?” I gasp, feeling as if I may be sick as I see Hollis bloodied and passed out.
“Emilia,” a very scary older man growls. “Hayes!”
An alpha with dark curly hair and blue eyes moves forward immediately, his head inclined in deference to him.
“Go find this Aster woman. She’s fucking responsible for this. Find out how she knows her sister was kidnapped, and then decide if you want to help her or not,” he snarls. “With the mood I’m in, I’m more likely to snap her goddamn neck and call it a day.”
“Except, Mr. Sullivan, Hollis said she didn’t want the girl hurt,” Hayes reminds him.
