Page 123 of Wicked Devotion
I run over toward her, the fear of losing her so overbearing I can’t breathe, and it only subsides as I see it’s a shallow cut, and that it’s probably just the adrenaline and her high heart rate that makes it look worse than it is.
“Thank God you’re alive,” I whisper, but with every inch of her face and body I take in, my anger returns with a vengeance. It grows as I see the red slap mark on her cheek. Even more so as my gaze lands on the scratches around herwrists. I let my gaze trail down to the bloody handprints; so fucking high up on her thighs I struggle to stay calm.
Closing my eyes for a second, I then look over at Randy, who kneels on the floor. As he clutches his bleeding shoulder, red splotches spread on his stained shirt while Max looms over him, a bloodied hunting knife in his hand.
“Take her,” I force out, waiting for Max to put his arms around Lily before I stalk over to Randy.
He grins up at me, and I am so fucking grateful that Max went for a stab just enough to disarm him, leaving the honor of torturing the bastard to death to me.
“C’mon, no hard feelings. Got her back in mint condition. Good, maybe a dent and a few scratches here and there–” He groans when I ram my boot into his stomach, toppling over.
“You scared our girl,” I snarl as my fingers tangle in his greasy hair, pulling Randy’s skin taut as I yank his head up.
“You touched our girl.” Looking him in the eyes, I bore my knife into his thigh until I hit bone.
Randy screams, but not as loud as I’d like him to. So I pull the knife out, sliding it over the floor toward Max before my punches begin to rain down on Randy’s face.
“You fucking hurt our girl,” I scream, wishing the sound of his bones breaking would reach my ears, but then someone pulls me off of Randy.
“Enough.”
Rockwell’s voice is so far away, and too close at the same time. A fucking nuisance, because all that goes through my head is taking my fear of losing Lily out on Randy until he’s nothing more than a puddle barely resembling a person. It’s only when someone removes one of my gloves and my fingers come in contact with soft skin that I stop seeing red. Lily’s hand rests on top of mine, her cheek wet with tears as some of them roll over my hand, but I’m frozen, unable to wipe them away.
“It’s okay, Logan,” she says, her voice strained. “I’m okay. I promise.”
“You’re going to tell me exactly what he said to you.” I swallow thickly as my gaze keeps landing on the goddamn hand prints on her thighs. “What he fuckingdidto you.”
Lily shakes her head, stepping closer to block my view and I narrow my eyes at her. “You came before he had a chance to do anything, and that’s all that matters to me.”
She leans against me, tucking her head under my chin while Max strokes over her back. We exchange a look, and I start to relax as I see his eyes are full of relief. The moment doesn’t last long, because Randy begins to move, spitting up globs of blood mixed with a few teeth.
Gently, Rockwell urges me to hand Lily over to Charlie so they can join Sam in the hallway. Sam, who is carrying Ruby and as I see how worried Lily is about her, concerned about everyone else, as if she wasn’t also in such a horrible situation, it breaks my heart a little.
Once everyone but Rockwell, Max, and me is out of the room, Rockwell pulls Randy up until he leans against the wall. The shit-eating grin won’t disappear from his face, and I wonder if there’s blood surging through his veins at all, or if it’s a concoction of drugs that could take a damn elephant out.
“Who told you where to find them?” Rockwell’s question only pulls a dry laugh from Randy.
“Can smell a good whore over miles,” he says, and it’s Max’s bruising touch that keeps me from kicking his last five teeth out.
“We’re gonna find out.” Max crouches down in front of Randy, pressing his gloved fingers into the stab wound on his thigh. “And we’re going to hunt down every single one of your men, until even the last one is dead.”
“Did you skip the ‘how to negotiate’ lecture, or are you just dumb?” Randy groans, still holding onto his bleedingshoulder as he tries to push Max away with his free hand “Why would I tell you anything? I’m not gonna make it out of here either way.”
“Yeah, but it’s your decision if you want to be dead or alive when I set this building on fire,” Max says as gets up.
“Ah, dumbandnice.” More blood trickles through Randy’s fingers and he lifts his hand, almost entertained as he watches it drip down onto the floor before he lets out a sigh.
“Look, I don’t know an awful lot. Asher’s the brain. I’m the beauty, obviously,” he drawls before he raises his voice, yelling to make sure Lily hears him. “You’ll get over me, princess.”
“You’re wasting time,” Rockwell snarls, nudging Randy’s injured leg with his foot.
“Ain’t got much to tell, so why not take it slow,” he says. “Asher got a text with the address of the crazy one, probably more stuff than just the address, but to be honest, I didn’t give a shit. I still had a score to settle with Mr. Holton, so I told some of my men to get ready. Asher’s guy said he’d pay double if we let the bodies disappear, I just wanted to have a bit of fun with–”
The click of my gun finishes Randy’s sentence prematurely.
“Who sent your brother the address?”
“The goddamn tooth fairy. Fucking shit, I said I don’t care for Asher’s contacts.”
