Page 162 of Receiving His Mercy
“Stop!” Aadan roared. “Anyone who harms her will die!”
Oh bollocks.
She was pulled off Tyler’s back with a cry of pain. She would have tried to fight the hands off, but she was too busy trying to breathe without passing out.
Aadan stormed over to her, his shirt ripped and his eye starting to swell.
Why had Tyler done that? Didn’t he realize how dangerous Aadan was? He was going to get himself killed. And then Travis would kill her.
She was already going to be in trouble. Without thought she reached for her necklace.
Oh no! Where was it? Travis wouldn’t be able to track her without it.
Despair flooded her and she wished she could cry but she was in too much pain. That would just make everything worse.
Breathing shallowly, she stared at Aadan warily. What was he going to do now?
Glancing around him, she saw that Tyler was being held by two big guys. A third man had his gun out and pointed at his head. Tyler looked even worse than before, blood was dripping down his face and there was more at the corner of his mouth.
“Please don’t hurt him,” she whispered to Aadan.
“Do you know why my men took him as well?” Aadan asked. “They thought that threatening him would keep you under control. They could be right, but I don’t like the fact that you care about another man. I don’t like it at all.”
Fuck. This wasn’t good.
“Because you’re mine, aren’t you, princess?” He reached out to cup her cheek.
She flinched, then moaned as the movement made pain lash through her. Was this what broken ribs felt like?
Aadan’s eyes narrowed. “Who hurt her? Well?”
None of the men said anything.
Smart.
“Do I have to kill you all?” he roared.
One guy stepped forward, looking sweaty and pale. “We were just trying to get him off you.”
“You never fucking hurt her!” Aadan roared, stepping toward the guy. He drew his gun and pointed it at the guy’s head.
Oh no.
No, no, no.
You’re the only one that canstop this.
“Aadan,” she said. “I don’t feel good. I need to sit down. Can you help me?”
Aadan breathed heavily. “You’re in pain because of him.”
“He was just doing his job, right? It was my fault. I got in the way.”
This could backfire on her. She’d never been in this sort of situation before. Where she was having to actually negotiate for a man’s life.
A man that had just kicked the shit out of her.
Kind of ironic.
