Page 24 of Her Protective Biker
I pocketed my phone and then all I could do was wait.
I felt useless and scared as I waited in the dark. The dogs could sense the tension and were unusually still. A thud hit the door of the bathroom hard, but then there were more scrambling and fighting sounds. Grunts, curses and threats echoed through my sweet little Snuggle Squad.
Another thump and this time the lock gave. The door opened a crack, but more crashing sounds followed. When no one appeared at the door, I moved to put my back against it. The lock was broken, but I could hold it closed.
A thump rang out, louder than the others and then someone was pushing against the other side of the door. I had nothing to brace myself against except the floor and I strained to keep the man from getting in.
Daisy started barking a deep agitated bark and the pups whimpered, tails tucked.
“If you don’t open this door, you bitch, you’ll regret it.” The voice sounded like Crash.
The door started to give and my lip quivered. Inch by inch, I watched as my feet slid across the floor. I was giving it everything I had and it wasn’t enough.
I glanced over at the pups huddled together next to their mother and my heart broke. “I’m sorry. I’ll save you again,” I told them as one final shove pushed the door open enough for a man’s arm and leg to materialize.
The hand held a gun.
His body slammed the door, getting it all the way open and sending me tumbling. I moved on instinct, putting myself between the man and the dogs.
Maybe I could stall him? Or distract him?
Crash flashed me a smirk. “I’ll be taking those dogs back now, princess.” He wasn’t a big guy. Not much taller than me, I’d guess. His ice blue eyes bore into mine. His white blond hair peaked out around his ski mask giving him a crazed look.
I could see Moose behind him, trading punches with Jinx. The taller guy got in one well placed punch to Moose’s jaw and he went down hard.
I didn’t hear sirens.
I didn’t hear motorcycle engines.
We were truly on our own.
I had a gun pointed at me and no way to stop what was about to happen. I covered the cowering pups with my body and braced for impact as the man swung the butt of the gun towards my temple.
The impact didn’t come.
A growl sounded from behind me, deep and low, and Daisy was flying through the air. Her mouth clamped down around Crash’s and he let out a scream.
The gun went cascading across the bathroom floor and I lunged for it. Daisy had clamped her jaw tightly around his forearm and wasn’t letting go even as he tried to hit at her with his other hand.
She shook her head with the man’s flesh between her teeth and his knees buckled.
I wasn’t a fighter, but I knew how to leverage my position. I kicked out as hard as I could, catching the man between the legs. He doubled over, his head hitting the floor.
I’d never shot a gun before but hell, he didn’t know that, so I used it to my advantage.
“Daisy, come,” I called to the dog, pointing the gun at the man on the floor. Blood was leaking from his arm into a pool on the floor, and he was curled into a ball.
Daisy continued to growl, but returned to stand in front of me, between me and her abuser.
Moose appeared at the door, holding his ribs, the side of his shirt soaked through with blood. Then everything was happening at once. The roar of motorcycle engines, the whine of sirens, the thud of Moose’s boots connecting with the ribs of the man on the floor.
I sat back and watched the chaos, my arms around the big dog’s neck. I’d felt useless for not knowing how to fight. But I had shown Daisy the kindness she’d never had before and she defended me when I couldn’t.
Chapter Fifteen
Moose
I’d been fighting my entire life. A punch to the face or jab to the gut was nothing. But there were two of them and only one of me.
