Page 527 of Hell Hath No Fury
Don’t do this. Go, save yourself.
Which was exactly why he was a man worth saving, worth fighting for.
Even without most of my weapons.
“That’s a good girl,” the guy said, something slick and sick and all-too familiar in his voice as he moved out from behind the protection of my man.
I knew the next words that were going to come out of his mouth before he even said them. And judging by the way Bear was yanking at his chains, he did too.
“Run,” Bear pleaded with me as the man kept approaching.
“You should have taken your man’s advice,” the mouth-breather said as he got up to me, reaching behind to grab a handful of my hair and yanking back so hard I saw stars. “Because now he’s going to watch me fuck you until you scream,” he told me as he danced the blade down my cheek, making contact but not slicing me open. Not yet. I was sure that was in his plan at some point.
It was too bad for him that he wasn’t going to get the chance.
“What was that, bitch?” he asked, yanking my hair harder. When I didn’t respond, he tossed me to the floor. “Yeah, that’swhat I thought,” he said, moving to stand over me as I scrambled onto all fours.
Well, threes.
Because I needed one hand to reach into my bra.
Where that extra blade of mine was hiding.
Flicking it open, I folded up slightly and with all the force I could muster, stabbed that fucker in his thigh. Not sure I was close enough to hit the femoral artery, I went ahead and gave it a nice, quick twist for good measure.
“I said you were the one who was going to be screaming,bitch,” I told him as I got to my feet, avoiding his swinging arm with his knife, still ready to fight even as he was close to dying.
Ducking under his arm, I grabbed the wrist, pulled the knife free, and got in front of him again, stabbing the blade into his throat.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Falling backward, he took the folding table full of weapons with him.
I wasn’t even thinking clearly as I grabbed the hammer in my hand and started swinging, feeling the blood splatter up into my face, my hair, over my chest, down my arms.
By the time I was done, my chest was heaving, my body slick with sweat and plasma.
“Think he’s dead, baby,” Bear’s voice called, making my head whip over my shoulder to find him watching me, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Homicidal rage looks good on you,” he added, making my own lips curve up as I climbed off the body of my would-be attacker, and fished around the debris of the table for the key, then made my way over toward my man.
“I prefer the termdivine feminine rage,” I clarified as I reached up to slip the key into the lock. “Give me your arm,” I demanded as one of them fell.
“Too heavy,” Bear insisted.
“Yeah, well, your legs and arms aren’t going to work for a little bit,” I told him.
“Gotta get out of here. There’s others—“
“Dead upstairs? Yeah,” I agreed. Finished freeing his arms, I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding onto him as best I could.
“You,” he said, looking down at me with a warm gaze.
“Me,” I repeated, trying not to bow under his weight.
“Fucking incredible woman,” he said, making my heart squeeze in my chest.
