Page 172 of Never Die for a Sinner
“Please leave me alone,” I gasp, but when his hand wraps in my hair andtugs, I can’t do anything but fall backwards.
The man catches me, and all the air is pushed from my lungs. I fight in his grasp, pure, icy panic sliding through me like water.
“Bitch!” he snarls when I swing, managing to hit him in the nose despite the tears clouding my vision. For a split second, he releases me, and I tear strands of hair free to run.
And when I start running, I don’t stop.
His footsteps pound after me as I race down the sidewalk, bag clutched tightly to my chest and my knuckles smarting from the impact against his face.
Please. Please grant me a miracle. Please.
“Get the fuck back here. I want to play,” the man growls from behind me, quickly catching up to me. I may be small and fast, but it doesn’t beat his long legs as he thunders down the sidewalk after me.
Levi. Find Levi.
Surprisingly, I didn’t expect to run right into him.
The impact of my body against his knocks the wind out of me, but I don’t have time to register that it’s him before he’s moving me behind him and grabbing the man by the collar and yanking him forward.
The look in his eyes is murderous, and if I didn’t know he wouldn’t hurt me, I’d be fucking terrified.
Kind of like the man who was chasing me.
Levi grins down at the man with a wicked smile that sends a shiver down my spine.
The man looks like he might piss himself.
“Oh, you really fucked up now.”
LEVI
I’m going to fucking kill him.
Grabbing the piece of shit that had his hands on my girl by the shirt collar, I shove him forward into the bricks of an old, abandoned building.
I don’t even know how the fuck she got here, but I’m half-tempted to bend her over the hood of my car and spank her ass right here for running off like that.
She’s shivering against the side of the building, her wide eyes filled with tears when I punch the asshole so hard, my hand aches afterward.
The dumbass tries to swing, but he only manages to stumble, nearly falling off the curb. I grab him by the back of the neck, spinning him around towards the brick wall, and shove his face into the stone over and over again. Blood from his broken nose sprays the bricks, but I don’t stop until I know he’s close to passing out.
When I’m done with him, he’ll wish he’d died.
Dropping him, the asshole doesn’t move an inch while my heart races in my chest.
I want to kill him. I want to rip him limb from limb for what he was going to do to my girl.
My girl.
My hands are vibrating with rage, and I clench them at my sides, my split knuckles cracking under the pressure.
“Levi,” Ava breathes, and my head snaps in her direction.
She’s huddled against the wall, her back pressed against the bricks and her arms wrapped protectively around herself.
“Get in the car.”
Her gaze widens, but for probably the first time since I met her, she doesn’t argue with me.
