Page 74 of Beautifully Forgiven

My door clicks open, but at this point I don’t care who it is.

“Get up, wife,” his voice bellows.

My arm is wrenched up, causing me to cry out before I can move fast enough.

“First rule, sweetheart. You want to live do as I fucking say, and fast,” he growls.

I fight him all the way as he drags me from my room.

“Savannah,” my father chastises. “Eric now owns you, don’t fight him.”

I spit in my father’s face, earning a slap across my face that makes my ears ring.

“Come, wife, we’re going home.” Eric licks the side of my face, making my entire body shiver. He shoves me to the floor, and I cry silently as he grabs my arm forcing me to my feet.

“Your father wanted to kill you, I saved your life. You should thank me,” he says with sarcasm dripping from his voice.

I stare at the man I’m being forced to marry, refusing to give him any politeness. I don't care if he kills me. I'm not marrying him.

Glass shatters,and gunfire fills the air as I descend upon them.

Taking out each man as he comes toward me, ending his life as quickly as he tries to take mine.

Bullets fly around me, I drop each man as I walk. Emptying another clip, I pull it out, tossing it to the ground as I clip in another.

A man runs at me from the side. Pulling out my knife, I slice his stomach then drop to my knee, slice his thigh before I reach up to stab his throat then pull the knife out and watch as he drops.

I don’t stop, I don’t slow down and kill each and every one of them as I look for Savannah.

Descending through the main door, my bullets hit three more men before I get a moment to look around. There’s no sign of Pasquale, the fucker must have run.Fucking coward.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the legendary Jacob Kipling here to save the fucking day.” A voice rings out before he steps from the darkness.

Savannah whimpers when he pushes her into view, a gun pressed against her head.

“It’s okay, kitten,” I tell her as tears stream down her face.

He chuckles, forcing a growl to rip deep within me.

“Let her go,” I demand.

“And let her miss out on all the fun?” He smirks. “Nah, I think I’ll let her watch while I end your pathetic life.”

“Then I can enjoy what's mine again.” He grins, letting me know he’s touched Savannah. She shudders at his words, her face grief stricken with pain. A sob bursts from her as her gaze finds mine.

That mother fucker is going to pay.

A moment passes between Savannah and I, tightening the knot already forming in my stomach.

“Let's do this then, like men,” I grind out, letting him know I don’t plan on putting a bullet in him. I’ll end him with my bare hands, he touched what’s mine, he’s going to pay.

Shoving Savannah aside, he throws her to the floor making her land hard.

I don’t think, I react, launching myself at him and slamming my fist into his jaw.

Shaking his head to catch his bearings, he throws a punch but misses, and I land another one to his other side forcing him to jolt back.

He growls and runs at me, kicking his leg up. He hits my side winding me slightly, but I catch him and hold him, swinging him around and slamming him into the wall beside us.

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